Blanco

[Intro: OKG Delo]
(Swayze slimed it)
Crazy
He won't live to see tomorrow
OKG
Yeah, yeah, mod

[Chorus: OKG Delo]
Mix the vintage with the blanco
Get a drop on the opp, we get him pronto
Shit get brazy in Toronto
They say they want smoke, these niggas bozzled
Glock full of hollows, he won't live to see tomorrow
I got beef, can't roll without it
I'm rolling with the guy that got your homie
Yeah can't believe we lost the Tonys
The Southside done, I hear him talking
But everything they say, you know it's nonsense
We leave him on the scene with no response

[Verse: OKG Delo & Shhini]
Get a whiff and know we on him
Fill the Hot Wheels with the hollows
And pull my killers straight from Ghana
These 7.62's will take Umaga
Bring the weed and close the door
I need to smoke some more
I need to cool out
We see opps don't bool out, it's a shootout
Blood go drop, take over the floor
He was tough, not a problem no more
Another man gon', not cuffin' a whore
Take down boys, we bad, you know it
These other niggas mad, they just don't show it
They linkin' 3's, they ain't gang, they know it
Block start pourin' shots, niggas just talk a lot
They ain't got no notches, they ain't got no
They ain't got nada, they ain't even got no guap
This vintage Migo got me tweaking
Ain't no tellin' might pop out and leave him
Designer down when I hit the scene
Like, lil' bitch come and grind this weed
I made her slurp it up real clean
These colored tips take you out your sneaks
We come through creepin', let it glee
Come through creepin and let it spark
We got up on him when he's walking his dog at the park
Bullets they fuck up his body parts
Then we taking his Audemars, yeah
We taking his AP, I know he gon' hate me
But that ain't gon' faze me
The crime will pay me
My mama, she hate it, she rounded up patients
She telling me play is safe when I go to them OT places
Fast money, save it
Dead opps and cold cases
It's nothing, the streets, I love it
I ain't go loose for nothing

[Chorus: OKG Delo]
Mix the vintage with the blanco
Get a drop on the opp, we get him pronto
Shit get brazy in Toronto
They say they want smoke, these niggas bozzled
Glock full of hollows, he won't live to see tomorrow
I got beef, can't roll without it
I'm rolling with the guy that got your homie
Yeah can't believe we lost the Tonys
The Southside done, I hear him talking
But everything they say, you know it's nonsense
We leave him on the scene with no response