B.O.

[Verse 1]
My dogs don't go Kodak
Ain't believe me? Can't show you
Fryin' squad on my throwback
Coachella all in my pockets
I'm lying to you, just know that
Do you dirty - I don't need you
All my niggas ain't in
We're really out here - trynna get it
Uh, oh, call the crib cause I need that
Drive off and then speed back
Twenty-something summers in this
Murder business, no forgiveness
Listen, this ain't for beginners
I've been out here for a minute
Gotta get it, gotta get it

[Hook]
Gotta get it, that's the B.O
That's gang, gang, gang
That's that B.O
That's gang, gang, gang

[Verse 2]
Whole team straight savage
Whole sale that never mind
Cash coming my dog, like finally
Yo like seven, can't wait in line
Had to get it on my own
Like everybody that I know
We don't discuss money, ouuh
Leave your phone over there, cause
We've been off for some years, cuz
The boy got some hype around him
I don't know how they found me, stop talking 'bout me
Yea, couple tings in the bando
My dog going Rambo
Tech suite, straight camo
Skrr skrr, no Lambo

[Hook]
B.O
That's gang, gang, gang
That's that B.O
That's gang, gang, gang
That B.O., that B.O., that B.O., that B.O
That B.O., that B.O., that B.O., that B.O
That B.O., that B.O., that B.O., that B.O
That B.O., that B.O., that B.O., that B.O