Broad Daylight
Dark Lo, Willie the Kid
Versace head to toe
Machine gun shit on me
Ay Jake, what up nigga
Ay the kid, let's get it
You know how I do
Nigga, it's Ron Harvey Jr
Damn
Your coffin lowered, smoking cookies had me coughing over
Machine gun, had me walking slower (I'm limpin')
I don't trust her, I ain't call her over (let's meet up)
Call of Duty is strapped on my shoulder (pow)
It's summertime, I'm better when it's colder
My name still ringing (it's Lo)
The pain, I still bring it (it's Lo)
Everything I seen it, in the kitchen Mr. Clean it (clean the pot)
AK in broad day, and nobody seen it (nobody)
The neighbors love me (you dick)
The morgue will get you cleanest (woo)
It's what you ordered (is it)
You know Lo, fuck a Fed daughter (fuck her)
Mob shit, hold him under water (hold his head under)
He blew your brains, he was under orders (blow his brains out)
In the jail, deck my cell, make it comfy for us (lay the rug down)
It's Ron Harvey, turban on like a Saudi (look at me)
I'm with a barbie, but she hood like she Cardi (who)
I been hard, out north in a Ferrari (Skrrr)
July 4th your body, I'm super great in Cali (super great)
I'm in the middle of the buzz, the middle of the club (it's on me)
He got life and said fuck it, middle finger the judge (damn)
Trigger finger squeezing all in pub (in public)
I'm running in court, I don't need no sub (nah)
I'm Nino Brown in a tux nigga (no rattin')
Shoot you down I know it sucks nigga (bow bow)
Funeral homes love me, and the diggers (real shit)
I coulda killed him, close friend, he just got the scissors (cut him off)
Besides that I'm on some bigger business (bigger business)
I'm up early for Suhur prayer rug on the floor, Velour
Imagine me tripping over some whore, I'm blessed
My gun blow this ain't an accident (yo yo yo)
You slip and fall in the store, I'm waiting for the settlement
My niggas predicate felons
My girlfriend got a girlfriend, she dancing like Ellen
Ain't no telling who telling, these niggas ratting I'm dodging
Camouflaging in plain sight
I'm clean as the board of health, you get your house
Boarded up, taped off, flashing lights, due for self
Tax breaks, my kind of wealth, let's make a toast
Prosperity, fast cars, financial health (uh)
I'm sipping top shelf in the Commonwealth
It's Willie, my nigga Dark Lo, do a nigga dirty
Low down, you won't hear a sound
Suppressor on the stick, I'm sticking to my morals
Blowing ovals in Cloral Gables,
Clark Gable, the grey Clark's, Davidoff
You get your block knocked off, forever frontin'
Talking loud, you ain't saying nothing, you bluffin'
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