More songs by Olive Jones
Description
Mastering Engineer: Matt Colton
Mixer: Toby Hulbert
Producer, Engineer: James Wyatt
Producer, Engineer: Tom Henry
Producer: Olive Jones
Composer: Tom Henry
Composer: Olivia Bhattacharjee
Lyrics and translation
Original
Psst! I see dead people.
Mustard on the beat, ho! Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho.
Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw. Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him breathe, bro.
Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo. What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see
Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama.
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options. I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John
Stockton.
Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'.
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas. Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em.
Walk him down whole time, I know he got some hoe in him.
Pole on him, extort shit, bully the flow on him. Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young.
You better not ever go to cell block one.
To any bitch that talk to him and they in love, just make sure you hide your little sister from him.
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs, and Pardey at the party playin' with his nose now, and Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles.
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop! Dot, fuck 'em up. Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop! I'ma do my stuff.
Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor.
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us.
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us. You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?
I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga.
They cold foul, I don't know why you still pretendin'. What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches. Go!
The audience not dumb. Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow.
Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise. Ain't that somethin',
B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu Most Wanted.
Ain't no Law Boy, you Ball Boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'. Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'.
You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers. What OVO for?
The other vaginal option, pussy. Nigga better straighten they posture.
Got famous all up in Compton, might write this with a doctor.
Tell the pop star quit hidin', fuck a caption, want action. No accident, I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished.
Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'.
Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'. I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither.
From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena.
And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks.
That name gotta be registered, then placed on neighborhood watch. I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'.
Yeah, it's all eyes on me and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy!
Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy! Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy!
How many stocks do I really have in stock?
Ayy, one, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy! Devil is a lie, he a sixty-ninin' God, ayy!
Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy! Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy!
City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy!
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us.
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us. Once upon a time, all of us was in chains.
Homie still double down callin' us some slaves.
Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains. Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game.
The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer. Fast forward, 2024, you got the same agenda.
You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance.
Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge.
You call Future when you didn't see the club, ayy, what? Lil Baby help you get your lingo up, what? 21 give you false street cred.
Thug make you feel like you a slime in your head, ayy, what?
Quavo said you can be from Northside, what? 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied.
You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars. No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer. The
Family Matter and the truth of the matter, here was God's plan to show y'all the liar.
Mm, mm-mm. He a fan, he a fan, he a fan. Mm, he a fan, he a fan, he a-
Freaky-ass nigga, he a sixty-ninin' God. Freaky-ass nigga, he a sixty-ninin' God.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life. Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life.
Freaky-ass nigga, he a sixty-ninin' God. Freaky-ass nigga, he a sixty-ninin' God.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life. Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life.
Let -me hear you say, "OVO" -OVO!
-Say, "OVO" -OVO!
Then step this way, step that way. Then step this way, step that way.
Are you my friend? Are we locked in?
Then step this way, step that way. Then step this way, step that way.
English translation
Psst! I see dead people.
Mustard on the beat, ho! Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho.
Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw. Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him breathe, bro.
Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo. What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see
Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama.
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options. I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John
Stockton.
Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'.
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas. Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em.
Walk him down whole time, I know he got some hoe in him.
Pole on him, extort shit, bully the flow on him. Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young.
You better not ever go to cell block one.
To any bitch that talk to him and they in love, just make sure you hide your little sister from him.
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs, and Pardey at the party playin' with his nose now, and Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles.
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop! Dot, fuck 'em up. Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop! I'ma do my stuff.
Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor.
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us.
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us. You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?
I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga.
They cold foul, I don't know why you still pretendin'. What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches. Go!
The audience not dumb. Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow.
Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise. Ain't that somethin',
B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu Most Wanted.
Ain't no Law Boy, you Ball Boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'. Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'.
You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers. What OVO for?
The other vaginal option, pussy. Nigga better straighten they posture.
Got famous all up in Compton, might write this with a doctor.
Tell the pop star quit hidin', fuck a caption, want action. No accident, I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished.
Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'.
Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'. I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither.
From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena.
And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks.
That name gotta be registered, then placed on neighborhood watch. I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'.
Yeah, it's all eyes on me and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy!
Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy! Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy!
How many stocks do I really have in stock?
Ayy, one, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy! Devil is a lie, he a sixty-ninin' God, ayy!
Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy! Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy!
City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy!
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us.
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us. Once upon a time, all of us was in chains.
Homie still double down callin' us some slaves.
Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains. Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game.
The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer. Fast forward, 2024, you got the same agenda.
You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance.
Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge.
You call Future when you didn't see the club, ayy, what? Lil Baby help you get your lingo up, what? 21 give you false street cred.
Thug make you feel like you a slime in your head, ayy, what?
Quavo said you can be from Northside, what? 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied.
You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars. No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer. The
Family Matter and the truth of the matter, here was God's plan to show y'all the liar.
Mm, mm-mm. He a fan, he a fan, he a fan. Mm, he a fan, he a fan, he a-
Freaky-ass nigga, he a sixty-ninin' God. Freaky-ass nigga, he a sixty-ninin' God.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life. Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life.
Freaky-ass nigga, he a sixty-ninin' God. Freaky-ass nigga, he a sixty-ninin' God.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life. Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life.
Let -me hear you say, "OVO" -OVO!
-Say, "OVO" -OVO!
Then step this way, step that way. Then step this way, step that way.
Are you my friend? Are we locked in?
Then step this way, step that way. Then step this way, step that way.