Odali - Lo lyrics

Lo (Prod. By L'Camino) [Intro: Odali] Mix the rah rah rah with the la, la, la x4 Mix the rah rah rah rah, rah, rah, rah, rah Raaaah! [Verse 1] Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop 'till the bottom What i got, ill mop them to the bottom Flow 'till its rotten, im going for the profit Baby know, baby know i like it sloppy, sloppy, can't knock me, knock me Got your side b**h calling me papi Old school boom trap trap supersonic Gin and tonic, be honest, it be druggie n***as with some knowledge Que lo what's in your conscious, can't hide it, it's on ya The world, i palmed up, for sure, call us The most raw bang bang with the sound, smoke out 'till your motherf**ing brains hit the ground Ahhhh, motherf**er im buckwild Blaow There go your whole crew Q.U, foul child what i came to show you Cause wreck on the set like im supposed to Thats 2000, fighting on arrival Move through the overcrowded, hand on the bible Real n***as could tell, so who you tellin lies to Pica pollo for dinner, im living like your idol Yaaap, n***a i hear that, what you n***as fear black Kick that sh** in ya ear, shake off the earwax, ohhh, ohhh odali got his gear back Steer back, i bring pain to your frame Disrupt the game, no motherf**ing need to complainn k**a queeeeens What a n***a represent Light the hash and pa** it to the left Your claims far fetched, stepping to my set get blown to d**h, Punks get thrown to the fence Only right i tell u in advance, Muchacho-chooo f** yeah im the man Ayooo yooo Turn me up, this the jam Shinobi showed me how to swing the sword by the hand, focused on the scram Recruit troops exercise the plans, spread the wise throughout the land n***as folding like hands when they caught up in a jam, damn Get to giving up the garments Living like accomplished, god emcee and spitting like im horus n***as fronting in the back, getting hit up any moment You listen like you supposed to Your b**h doin dishes like she supposed to, uh My b**h from lebanon, f** the talk, i tell the gods rebel arms Blowin Ls the size of fidel cigars, we could get it on Broad day, wipe you with the piss in the hallway, drag you up the staircase Off the rooftop, my soul washed in bathsalts f** who you got n***a Verse 32, f** your mother and you, f**er! [Hook x3] Loco, loco where the smoke The smoke Blunts, bongs, and bowls Que lo que Dimelo, dimelo, dimelo Dimelo, dimelo, dimelo, dimelo