Zone 6 Ola Runt (Ft. 24lefteye & VL Deck)

[Chorus: Ola Runt]
13 bags for the set team
I caught fifty-five months I was sixteen
Mama was scamming but my daddy was the split king
Jumped off the porch like Michael Jordan, I want six rings
I know every cut in Zone 6
Front street maxing out while they breaking down bricks
Probably on the backstreet with Leezy kicking shit
And I can’t give you extra, I won’t eyeball a nit

[Verse 1: Ola Runt]
Woke up, put on Mike Amiri
Alexander McQueen dripping
Threesome, two hoes on my pimping
Glock on me, no I ain’t slipping
Drop top hotbox
We gon’ slide through with the whole top shot
[?] put your big homie [?]
Kick in your door, you know I don’t knock
Come outside and put that boy on the block
Crank it up and park that tow on the block
Just know I got that blow in my sock
Shots fired so we making it hot
Real henchmen ain’t no making ‘em stop
Ha hey
Light up the driveway
He might need a Yahweh
Told my mom don’t lose faith
Walk on water like a boat, yeah
Wet my hater through the scope
Catch me packing arms, snagging a pole
Cookin' crack, yeah I’m over the stove
Helping niggas I don’t know like Hov
Head first, for that bag I dove
Where I’m getting all these bands? I grow
You can’t really hide the hate it shows
Ain’t gotta tell me he was fake, I know