Olive Street Lyrics

Pass that weed I got to light one

When you up the danger might come

All these hoes I never wife one

My situation is a tight one

I been treading waters no boat

Show you to how to cope with no hope

Contraband I never sold coke

Label threw the deal said nope

Anyway I'm on brand new wave

Brand new whip like creme brûlée

Radio dont play me no way

Black ball me but thats ok

Big T chap aint giving no slack

Whip look like that seminole pack

Don't get mad just get in your bag

Brand new bape my studio swag

Giving no fuck live way too fast

Been that boy just call my dad

Times get hard but im way too rad

Live right now cuz I hate my past

Lonely stoner the kid t chap

Way too gone and I might relapse when the rain get done then I might be back but until That time

OG killer in the wind

Go from buick to a benz

Probably I'll be on a plane

Look at what a nigga did

All because of how I think

I can show you how to live

All because of how I rode

Labels prolly finna bid

Know you hate me on the road

Know you hate me in the wind

But probably I'll be in the wind

Business meetings at Bellagio

I'm just thinking how far I came

We be eating like mob niggas

Got gold mine like lotto came

Seen rain storms in the forecast felt better bout that no cap

When the tape drop and the ball rolls yall better not post no stats

Inuyasha I keep that blade

I can't hide from the life I made

I can't fathom the way you paid

Run this shit boy stay in your lane

One of my tape like 2 of your things

This that shit that get in your vein

Take my spot lil nigga no way

I'm too wavy I make new waves

Oh baby the boy too great

Treat studio like one of my baes

Back to the hood then I'm back ok

I can't fuck on any old thing

My dick gold like one of my chains

I been told it run it my veins

This that drip like gunna would say

Anyway I'm trying to have a good day

OG Killer in the wind

Go from buick to a benz

Probably I'll be on a plane

Look at what a nigga did

All because of how I think

I can show you how to live

All because of how I rode

Labels prolly finna bid

Know you hate me on the road

Know you hate me in the wind

But probably I'll be in the wind