OMO Foolio (Ft. JusBloo & Trayboy)

[Verse 1: Foolio]
This that murder business
Grab a ski mask, grab a stolen car, and grab yo' semi
I told lil' bro "don't go slide," he tryna pop a [?]
Married the streets, told my mama I'm stuck in the trenches
This really how I'm livin'
Was rockin' dick, and now I'm rockin' Prada
I'm tryna step on all my opps in these Balenciagas
Spent 500 on the Glock and 13 on my choppa
Belt the Ave, ask the other side, I'm their father
Nuke died, fuck this shit, it's time to shake the streets
He diss Kasey, shit so crazy, he'on even know my V
Off the percy 30 swervin', I can't roll in peace
My shiesty on out in public 'causе they notice me
I keep my hеat 'cause I can't go out like that Ralo nigga
Known for poppin' tops and opps, known for pullin' triggers
And ever since I separated, boy, my bag bigger
Walmart, we tryna buy the opps and bag niggas

[Interlude: Foolio & Trayboy]
Swear to God, all that Instagram [?]
All that droppin' the Vs, you don't even know them OMOs, you don't even know them original members
Belt gang, we put belt to ass, for real, nigga
We'on know no better
On Strapp