Enourmous

[Intro: Shhini]
Mmm, Shh, mmm, mmm
(2706 turn that shit up)
Put a boy on a CP, hit him up and we-
Hit him up and we shhini

[Chorus: OKG Delo & Shhini]
Matte black, GG, we put that boy on the TV
My new opp's bitch throwin' shade I don't like it
Hit him with the flame, burn him up, then we slidin'
On God, my momma don't know what got into me
Plenty opps, plenty artillery
Made a killin' off Hilary, on the block where the hitters be
My blooda pass me a switchy
Crack your head if you mention me
Dissin' the gang get sent for free
Always keep the blicky in arms reach
Just incase a nigga ever try to creep
Tally up the score it's more then one
Bloodie run him down, trippin' and fallin'
Nigga you a clown, you ain't really on it
Push your wig back if the price is enormous

[Verse 1: OKG Delo]
Push your shit back, he don't really want that
GG compact, don't need a knapsack
Don't get nabbed for the rats 'cause I'm like that
How you gon' ride for that boy, he won't fight back
Shit get shhini, on a drive, the seventeenth day when that nigga died
These niggas ain't cut, believe it
Don't play with my top you gon' see

[Verse 2: Shhini]
Don't play with my guys you gon' bleed
Katour up the spot, we movin' so shhini
I do this shit sober I don't need no [?]
I'm drippin' this fashion, do this so easy
In this Off-White, grippin' my pipe
What's the chances you gon' make it through night?
I ain't see a lotta niggas that night
All my bloodas with me wrong or right
All my brothers gon' kill wrong or right
Took too many L's we gotta make it right
We riskin' it all, we do it tonight
Move out your body I'm slangin' this iron
It's top of the mornin' need dollar signs
Feels like yesterday bronem died
Everyday slidin' 'til they die
Roll up the [?] tell her I'm high

[Chorus: OKG Delo & Shhini]
Matte black, GG, we put that boy on the TV
My new opp's bitch throwin' shade I don't like it
Hit him with the flame, burn him up, then we slidin'
On God, my momma don't know what got into me
Plenty opps, plenty artillery
Made a killin' off Hilary, on the block where the hitters be
My blooda pass me a switchy
Crack your head if you mention me
Dissin' the gang get sent for free
Always keep the blicky in arms reach
Just incase a nigga ever try to creep
Tally up the score it's more then one
Bloodie run him down, trippin' and fallin'
Nigga you a clown, you ain't really on it
Push your wig back if the price is enormous