OLÉ

Ayy
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 Yeah, yeah-yeah
 Alright, lemme go in
 (Kyle, you made that?)
 Whoah, ayy, I might need a raise
 I might need percentage from these boys that took my wave
 My face is her inspo, she got all my pictures saved
 Local boys they talk shit 'bout me every single day
 Pop out at your function, 20 deep I'm like, "Olé"
 Gotta lay my low, you know the boys in blue don't play
 Label fuckin' wit my money, I be on the way
 Bat to your whole office like I'm O-O-O-O'Shea
 O-o-o-okay, I got room to play around
 I know you snitched on your homie, I know you ain't stayin' down
 Know my city stay the truest, but some dudes be fakin' clowns
 Thumbs is runnin' but in public, bitchboy, you ain't makin' a sound
 I ain't hear a peep, been understood the streets
 And if I got some shit to talk though, I don't say it through my teeth
 I salute the underground, but don't salute the underneath
 They ain't stuntin', they ain't buggin', they ain't nothin' on me
 I work all winter on me, I work all summer on me
 Comin' through stuntin'
 Old school buckin' two hoes while I'm puffin' OG
 Dress chilled 'cause I'm ruffed lowkey
 My threads stay rugged only
 You wore the same fit as I did, but that shit look tougher on me
 One second I
 Gotta keep my silverware, there's way too many snakes
 Gotta peace of mind, I had to give 'em what they take
 They want to take the prize from me, but they ain't on a shape
 They be silent, when they see me I ain't phased
 I say
 Whoah, ayy, I might need a raise
 I might need percentage from these boys that took my wave
 My face is her inspo, she got all my pictures saved
 Local boys they talk shit 'bout me every single day
 Pop out at your function, 20 deep I'm like, "Olé"
 Gotta lay my low, you know the boys in blue don't play
 Label fuckin' wit my money, I be on the way
 Bat to your whole office like I'm O-O-O-O'Shea
 Yo, this is B1GJuice
 Checkin' in with the homie Russell
 Brampton stand the fuck up
 It's 905 to the world, baby
 Let's get it