Olathe Songtext
von T.F

Garlic butter on the crib legs, got ′em sentimental

Heavy tinted windows, doin' pirouettes with a demon in it
Had an Oriental, had to get her on the instrumental

She had to hit the track, first trap, ain′t no lookin' back
Masked up like I'm cookin′ meth, feel like Iron Man back in ′96
And when it come to beef, I'm with it every season, I′m the Iron Chef

I was fifteen, I seen a marble floor inside a Pyrex
What you know about a couple Snapple bottles for the sherm sticks?
Drive-bys out of Thunderbirds, did it acapellas, niggas know the words

Niggas know the vibes, you niggas nerds, you don't know the curve

Got a bad bitch and she play the ′burbs
And she be dipped out, had to ask '
Cause she be sellin′ gurb, word to 211
MAC-11 match the black Amiris, spiral bullets made him backpedal
Turned his Cadillac into roadkill '
Cause his trunk had a couple racks in it
Lower mob, we the frontrunners, made men, mad bitches

This for the niggas hatin', y′all niggas pussy, mad bitches
Nine milli′ made her spine tingle, Fontana, bring the lines with it


Quarter piece, I let the dimes hit it
Now they layin' up like they Rod Strickland
Ain′t no business like mob business
Wakin' up to a couple Folgers and a brand new set of side bitches
I′ma bounce back and I'ma dive in it
Niggas never pictured livin′ through it

Fast forward, now we gettin' to it
Yeah, the lick Jewish, made the wrist Cuban
And that bitch hittin' like it′s Ray Lewis
We in the Hidden Hills, probably pressin′ pills
Bussin' all night, watchin′ SNL
With the happy endin' like fairy tales
Chinese with the Russian shells
Feds slide, we finna break ′em in
If he don't bust his head, I bet it break his leg

Made the breakin′ news, bandana like Omega Red
Back to pirouettes, wrist shinin' like mirror tint
Fifty pointers like pyramids, airheads, I could care less

Uh, you niggas pressure cases, all airbags

Uh, I was airin' shit and I ain′t wear a mask
Pulled up with a pair of bags, raw cash, Saks Fifth Ave
Hair trigger on the colt pony, gave a nigga wrist whiplash, Killa

Yeah, started out gettin′ double ups

Had to run it up, got my money up


Nigga, hard times never troubled us (Nah)
Got my bitch Dior bubbled up
Got her titties done, fixed her stomach up (Woo)
Bitch talkin' ′bout she love me (Yeah)
But I know the difference 'tween love and lust (Ah)
You can miss me with that loyalty shit
Nigga, I′m the only one I trust (Me)
Gave these niggas racks, fronted niggas packs
Somehow they still fuck it up (Broke)
It's a cold world, better bundle up

Pussy niggas better huddle up (Woo)
My shooter follow in my new foreign and
He do the scorin′, that's Bubba Chuck
When I heard the beat, I spit Bane on it
When I'm brainstormin′, niggas thunderstruck like rain pourin′
Can't convince us that y′all ain't informants (Ha)
Boogers and the tennis chain enormous (Ha)
VVSs and they eighty pointers (Woo)
Fuck the niggas that be hatin′ on us 'cause they ain′t important

I don't want her if she ain't imported (Talk to ′em)

Whippin′ up the cocaine batter, you could get a Benz (Whip up)

Fourteen, seen a nigga brain splattered and I didn't cringe (Nah)
Think about all the lil′ dirt that we did to ten
'Member we used to beat the brakes off a nigga, bink-
Bong, just like my nigga Nems (Come here, boogie)

Lil′ bitch mad at me, asked did I hit her friend (I ain't hit her)
Told her no even though I did and I low-key plan to hit again (Haha)
Gotta rewind my shit, listen closely to the bars for the hidden gems
Hidden Hills with a trophy, I′m just
Seein' life through a different lens
I'm a menace to society, bitch, them extendo clips is firin′
That′s what a nigga get for tryin' me

Just look at the rap game now, you see what I facilitated quietly (Ah)
These niggas listenin′ to my tape, they
Say, "That nigga way inspired me" (Woo)
I'm just that nigga, bitch, entirely, gone

Bet the fifth dim your lights when I hit the killswitch
Mwah, that′s a kiss goodnight, nigga, been a lick (Goodnight)
One through the pillow in the middle of
His head, left his whole shit split (Baow)
Woke the old heads up, had the whole city lit (Woo)
Might let 'em hold fifty if your lil′ jewelry on, go and give me that
I ain't in the Mike Amiris, can't fit the semi
In them lil′ skinny pants (Fuck this shit)

Still send a bitch, word to Kenny Red (Uh)
Fuck the Henny, I was sippin′ red, in the six like a stick of Bic red

Talkin' like y′all good, that's a false bill of goods (Cap)
I leave you on the floor spillin′
Blood, throw 'em in the woods (Facts)
Pause, dog, I′ma get a 'Wood (Get a bone)

Actin' all Boss Hogg ′til a nigga get cooked
No pork, fuck a pig foot, treat the
Porsche like I′m drivin' Big Foot (Uh)
When it′s on, niggas get shook, it was
Sorta like they spotted Bigfoot (Look)
You ain't gotta go to school to get booked
I just told my shooter sit put
I just know if it′s about a bitch, it's a witch hunt (Huh)

Man, a chick can get it, it don′t matter which one (Nope)
Six million ways to get splattered, pick one (Pick one, nigga)
I don't care how it gotta happen, get it done (Get it done)
Hit you with a bag, lil' nigga, live it up, Marc′