ORKASSNIGGAAA

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, ork, ork, ork, ork, ork, ork, ork, ork Ork ass nigga, ayy, ayy [Verse 1] Ork ass nigga from my head to my damn soul Said he in the streets, so I slammed him in a pothole You better keep it low, I'ma send your ass to limbo I'm a real nigga, I can see you a real ho' Walk and step, walk in like Steve Wilkos Boy get popped, I ain't talking about no Funko Need a real down bitch, got no time for no funk hoes Bitch, you know I need my green, need my pockets straight on CeeLo I ain't got no plan b, all I know is get them c notes Top me like soup, shawty sending me so horny Don't many like you, most these pussy niggas corny I got a blunt in my hand while I'm gripping on a forty [Bridge] Check it out, get a load of this guy, is he serious? You fool, Martinez, we're at school, there's cameras [Verse 2] I'ma keep it real, most these rap niggas bore me Tried to put me on the shelf, yeah, these niggas tried to store me Said he want some beef, spin his block like some Shawarma I can serve you beans, bitch, I feel like big pharma Watch it fall in place like I got plot armor I don't want no damn chain, trying to pull up in some armor I can make a bitch dance like a damn snake charmer And she do it with no hands, she's a real dick gurgler Little shawty want my nut like my last name Carver Come and kill me, bitch, watch me turn into a martyr Yeah, it's time to fight back, watch me turn into a sparrer On his head like snapback, chalk him down like a barber Watch that thing go clap, muzzle flash like a sparkler Nigga, get your bitchass back, you must be a self harmer Like an asthma attack, hit his chest with no inhaler Niggas not moving tact, come down with a laser I'm like, bitch, how you, what, you gon' get your ass stuffed Better make something shake, better get your ass up Bitch, you know I'm going ape, Glock rip your face up And you know that's out the gate, boy, don't get fucked up Metal slugs, pierce through his longs, on the floor, he ain't getting up That's what happens when you try and act tough What's gon' happen when I come and call your bluff? Trial by fire, nigga, come and test your luck Hit the jets, I can't get caught in no cuffs Got to flex, I still hex, like what's up? Dirty ass nigga, you know I'm gon' clean him up
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Credits
- Writers
- Joni (IN)