Dark Lo – Super Sturdy lyrics

[Intro]
Drinking Mo and olives
Third best rapper, Shakur and Wallace
Drinking Mo and olives
Shakur

[Verse 1]
(Damn!)
I’m flying past you, killer, you’s a capper peeler
You suck the bitch toes, I’ll drill her then I’ll happy wheel her
We [?] hitters, wife was with him, then we had to kill her
Used [?] when they had to kill her
This shit stink on everything, but it’s vacuum sealed up
It was three to a cell when the jails was filled up
You felt the shit from the rip, it ain’t had to build up
Baby boy, watch your body, and definitely keep your shield up
It’s a blessing if you see me, I’m more like Mussolini
Winter time shooting it out, now bitches in bikinis
I don’t even know the broad, she all in between me
Vegas, I ain’t own the shit, rent the Lamborghini
When the shell burst, he fell face first
When it’s on, jerk, we don’t save a verse
I’m in the kitchen ‘bout to make dessert
Ab had a stack, I had a stack, then he made it work

[Hook]
I’ve been moving like the champ before the transplant
You know I’m super stamped and never said I can’t
Internet, he talking shit, he my biggest fan
We in the minivan swinging through the Lands
I picked this ratchet on, I pit the rapid on
So ahead of this shit, a running back was on him

[Verse 2]
This shit is legendary, I’m always in a hurry
On the corner screaming ready, keep the steamer ready
You have a dream, I’m Freddy, mix the H with fety
I’ll have you hate you met me, now go ahead and wet him
Don’t deceive me, the judge don’t believe me
Thought he had me cornered, bro was shooting like Luigi
Waste of talent, Michael Beasley, it get violent, take it easy
Just show me to the safe, that’ll make it easy
Make a wrong move, I’m moving with my foams loose
If this was the 80’s, I would’ve killed you in the phone booth
My back against the wall, I never made calls
And I made it out, I’m that light, you took your shades off
The work I pitted in the streets never paid off
Machine gun sprayed off, you ain’t get to take off
I’m the sole survivor, drinking Mo and olives
I’m the third best rapper, Shakur and Wallace

[Hook]
I’ve been moving like the champ before the transplant
You know I’m super stamped and never said I can’t
Internet, he talking shit, he my biggest fan
We in the minivan swinging through the Lands
I picked this ratchet on, I pit the rapid on
So ahead of this shit, a running back was on him