Orchard Lyrics

Ayy, run it up, shit seem nice but the gun is suckin', ayy, number one, ayy

Known to shoot down all the run up, we flip packs all night till the sun is up

Shooters green light if you try me I'm runnin' up

Wock or the tris , always stay with a double cup

Pull up in the Rolls, lil' mama tryna come with us

Stay low key, No lil baby, he ain't one of us

I was Bagging work from the night till the sun is up

We took them trips on the Road, fuck a china bus

I got locked down, I ain't fold , I ain't fight or fuss

Do for my gang like yo bro who gon' fight for us

Don't want that smoke cause that boy ash ain't white enough

Pass me a script, you know I'ma write it up

I stay outside, no lil' boy, I ain't typin' nun

I be outside on these streets like a light or sum,

I keep a thirty , you know I ain't fightin' none

Yes, we can scrap but not really a fighter, son

Sippin' wok till I go see the light or sim,

Three shots from this Glock, Allen Iverson

Please stop 30s singin' like choirs, man

Did a dash and I burn out the tires, man

You got faith in that boy, he's a liar, damn

I be taxin' these niggas like Uncle Sam

Watch me swerve switchin' lanes in that Cullinan

Told the Yahtzee pull up and to bring a friend

Tryna copy my wave but they really can't

Look at my wrist, my diamonds, they really dance

I call my ooters, they spinnin' like ceiling fans

VVS diamonds, my carties , they tinted man

Talking racks need a cool couple million

They don't call me the wock Prince , for nothin

Pass me the seal , you know I start buggin

He wanted wok but we , served him the Tussin

Hop in the Foreign and I'm speedin' for nothin

I call up the band, they bringin' the drums in

He don't got no bands, that boy, he be bluffin

I love rubber bands, you know I be thumbin

Pop a perky in that shit, got me buzzin

Ayy, run it up, shit seem nice, but the gun is tucked

Ayy, number one, ayy, known to shoot down all the runner-ups

We flip packs all night till the sun is up

Shooters green light if you try me, I'm runnin' up

Wok or the tris, always stay with a double cup

Pull up in the Rolls, lil' mama tryna come wit us

Stay low-key, no lil baby, he ain't one of us

I was bagging work from the night till the sun is up

We took them trips on the road, fuck a China bus

I got locked down, I ain't fold, I ain't fight or fuss

Do for my gang like yo bro who gon' fight for us

Don't want that smoke, cause that boy ash ain't white enough

Pass me the scripts and you know I'ma write it up

I stay outside no lil boy I ain't typing nun