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Seems like Atlanta is consistently breeding superstars. The streets of zone 6 are especially known for street raised megatalents. Atlanta itself is the new mecca of stars, hits and more.However you choose to define it, there’s a new wolf stalking the eastside streets. His name is Ola Runt.
[Intro]
Zone 6 Nigga, Pyrex Whippa
Zone 6 Whippa, Yeah
Go and get that Pyrex, Pyrex
Im finna put this shit in the bowl
Head hunting, slide, Skrtt, Skrrt
[Chorus]
Drive by, slide by
Fuck this shit nigga pop by
Real street nigga, mom do hair lil Ola locked eyes
I used to watch my daddy whip it, we turned Popeyes
Oz's came in from the zones
Just like Vlone on my clothes
She smelling me I might just dime in her nose
[Verse]
First young nigga pull up diming in rolls
Run with who next, and keep asking who next
Thang 1 and Thang 2 in the backseat with sticks
Whipping Miami got plugged on the bricks
14 coming I got a trap in the 6
I got my foot in the dew
Water whip I put my foot in the dew
See my target put my eye on the scope
No kizzy, ran with a drake make it sing like drizzy
Breaking news make him turn off Disney
Fought five, they said we fought off the city
Coming for blood, Dracula
Call up Big Bertha, massacre (big sticks!)
If a Nigga want beef Im the spatula
Cash out on a spyder tarantula
Put my dick in my girl and I’m dripping nuts
I was eight years old, started sipping tussin
Sipping dirty sprite nigga got the bubble guts
I’ma aim at they head and then bust a nut
I’ma drive down on em then send em home
If he buck on me, put his name in a song
Tell Rico put that pussy on speaker phone
Nigga we heard you, problem child but you copping the deuce
Clout chasing, tell them meet me on mason
Just imagine gave a pistol to Jason
Blue cheese I spilled so paint up ben franklins
Send a hit from New York like the Yankees
Since I was lil pussy, nigga been hating
I’m legendary finna go make you famous
[Chorus]
Fuck this shit nigga pop by
Real street nigga, mom do hair lil Ola locked eyes
I used to watch my daddy whip it, we turned Popeyes
Oz's came in from the zones
Just like Vlone on my clothes
She smelling me I might just dime in her nose
[Outro]
Bitch
These pussy niggas know whats up
Every time you see me nigga I got my glizzy tucked
I keep two, you know me nigga I take down three
I’m good for three, by myself nigga you know me
Faceshot, headshot, tryna see what your brain got
Who Next was written by Ola Runt.
Who Next was produced by LosTheProducer & Pyrex.