AZ - Oil Money Gang lyrics

rate me

Store dot

This here

This here is bigger

Put some money then shoot boxes

Of that nature

I sold 90s

Grow up niggers

Get the plastic swiper

Get a dick

Get licked

What’s you name bro?

Oil money

You know the fiasco

Cut course like Costco

Formaldehyde is like homicide

To your nostrils

Rapper pastor into rap to the hostiles

Unstoppable, these niggers trapped in their costumes

Call one, yo walk to a mom soon

Massive releases peak my thesis

Of a tycoon

Corporate, to fly to ever forfeit

Fear, get gorgeous

Those try with the orbits

I’m here

Pawns and halos

Fist corners potatoes

Performed love

On a dog getting licked

On the k-cos

Puff on the paysouls

Put the drop on the payroll

Half of a mayo

Hard top hopping the day lows

So play dough

It only frustrate ‘cause niggers fake

Gotta be on dollar face on

A 2 million dollar face

So many fighting motherfuckers

Got me feeling outta place

Niggers like :”Yo, you wanna win, you gotta go mainstream”

I guess I’ll never win

I flow too much like the ocean

I’m from the trunk you ever

So fuck whoever

Chess play for the cheddar

Only trust two letters

Checkerboard on a sweater

That’s the storm of rapper

Feeling like Mr Mocker

Message out of Mecca

Nigger I’m a decipher

Louboutin stepper

Like your own collector

Then it’s fun, etcetera

Reflector

A hustler that’s homage

To those who bondage

Earth see of a Ghandi

God is currently gone

Astonished to see the mechanics and niggers at it

Force of finally trashed it

Hoping partners get granted

Man at the presser

Fries the salmon for breakfast

Fuckin’ them pretty balls

That claim they manage possession

Stan is the freshest

Deliver with deleverage for the flow quit it

Ni gimmick shit

Viller’s up a ball vision

Fuck you man!

We fuck this thing together

Me, that who!

Who do I trust?

Me!