Big Goddo Flaco - Oouu Nilly (Intro) Lyrics

Big Goddo Flaco, motherf*cker

Ooh, Nilly, we shootin' Billy
Scoot off in that Bentley before we blue pill him

He's a boot licker
Heard he throws fast jabes, well I shoot quicker
He's a coupe renter
Mag full of roofie's, yeah, they shoot through ceilings

I go stupid when shit gets too silly
Who killed him? That's police shit, don't ask me that
Movin' at fast speeds when he got blasted back
Plastered lac's

I'm just tryna fill the stu up with platinum plaques
Mood got me walkin' in like I'm Captain Jack
Need water on me, point me to a jeweler in a Baptist fast
Where the Judas and Miss Jackson at?

Shawty grew up just to clap for racks
Now she out here handin' out the clap for racks
Now the lesbians mad cause I'm packed with straps
And social media wanna cancel me cause I rap the facts

Ayy, last rat we had to swerve up on him
And my hit man always got a turban on him
You wanna be Charlamagne so bad, I sick Birdman on him
Oh, we hermite's are we?

Ayy, come here
Step one foot outside and see if we don't turn up on you
T-Pain, T-Wayne, put the fat burner on you
Have you posing a neck-to-neck next to Jenny Craig
And when you postin', expect a tec to disconnect your legs

Bitch
You know my name, ho
Yeah, it's Big Goddo Flaco Pendejo
We pullin' up and hoppin' out like Canejos
And if that happen, then it's case closed

Yeah, it's game over
And you ain't got another life, f*ck advice
Just find a vice, feel that void, that's why I pick up toys
Make sure they got beams on them

With chops like this, who needs homies
Yeah, this tech tall, dark, and violent
Tossed him in the river, this was months ago
Said they found him somewhere in Rhode Island

I don't doubt it
Bro wildin', really out here
Just check the mileage
Bin Laden, my co-pilot

Just check the mileage
I don't doubt it
Bro wildin', really out here
Just check the mileage

Check that shit
Welcome to the tape
Más nervioso
Dos

Bitch
Know whats happenin
Big Goddo Flaco