no ig lyrics

[Intro: Ola Runt]
I call him No IG, G, all them sh*ts
Oh, I call him No IG (Yeah, mayday, mayday, mayday, claimin' bodies, but these n*ggas told, these n*ggas scared of me)
Claimin' bodies, but these n*ggas told, these n*ggas F-E-D (Log in)

[Chorus: Ola Runt]
Claimin' bodies, but these n*ggas told, these n*ggas F-E-D (F-E-D)
My lil' shooter ain't got no Instagram, I call him No IG (No IG)
Famous over night, we put two of them n*ggas on TV (No IG)
I ain't tryna T up with these rappers, put you on a tee (On a tee)

[Bridge: Ola Runt]
Psh, woo, psh, woo (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Psh, woo, psh, woo (Grrah)
Psh, woo, psh woo (Grrah, grrah)
Psh, psh

[Verse 1: Ola Runt]
He got walked down in broad daylight, nobody make a sound (Nobody make a sound)
I'll get you a lawyer, don't say sh*t, n*gga, just go to trial (Brrt, bah, grrt, ah, grrt)
Lego box on Dracos and my ammunition hundred rounds (Baow)
Never been f*cked with, n*ggas can't even come around (Never been f*cked with)
Sights on all my Glocks, so when I see you, n*gga, l'ma gun you down (Gun you down)
Run back to the car, then hop back in that b*tch like Baby Driver (Baby Driver)
Forgiato wheels, they all got F on 'em like Mr. Crocker (Skrrt)
5L gang and 'bout this sh*t we slide every morning (5L)
We had to slide like a show, n*gga, we out here performing (Performing)
b*tch, I'm fried, but the opps got cooked (Been cooked)
Fifty pairs of Rick Owens, n*ggas wear 'em like Chucks (Chucks ASICS)
Runnin' up two racks, now I just call it double dutch (Double dutch)
Yeah, you got a body, but in my gang, that's not enough (That's not enough)
Triple homicide 'til they had put us up a point (Put us up a point)
[Chorus: Ola Runt]
Claimin' bodies, but these n*ggas told, these n*ggas F-E-D (F-E-D)
My lil' shooter ain't got no Instagram, I call him No IG (No IG)
Famous over night, we put two of them n*ggas on TV (No IG)
I ain't tryna T up with these rappers, put you on a tee (On a tee)

[Verse 2: Benji Blue Bills]
I can't show the b*tch no love, she want some TLC (What?)
Broad day shoot out in the parking lot, they lookin' for 3B (Grrah, b*tch gon' score)
Famous overnight, two n*ggas rolled, they talkin' 'bout "RIP" (b*tch on fire)
Changin' overnight, that n*gga told, he should've L-I-E (What the f*ck?)
If I die tonight, n*gga, tell your ho I'ma let you lie on me (Eee)
Nothin' but this wife beat' and this rose gold diamond chain on street (Eee, eee, eee)
I got my fire back, and this sh*t just really only get bigger
3B, that's three hats on my body, swapped, get right with my n*gga
Rose gold diamond watch, rose gold diamond chain, my sh*t say "5"
Hot sh*t in your life, opp b*tch better not post up outside
di*k off in your wife, full moon, 3B get to comin' alive
Gettin' these b*tch n*ggas out they skin, I'm gettin' tired of n*ggas

[Chorus: Ola Runt & Benji Blue Bills]
Claimin' bodies, but these n*ggas told, these n*ggas F-E-D (F-E-D)
My lil' shooter ain't got no Instagram, I call him No IG (Brrt, baow)
Famous over night, we put two of them n*ggas on TV (Baow, we turn him to one)
I ain't tryna T up with these rappers, put you on a tee
[Outro: Benji Blue Bills]
White tee, burgundy tee gang, you hear me, you feel me
5, ayy, where the bill at? Lotto gang, n*gga
Big 5, Big 5 back in this motherf*cker, ayy
These n*ggas man, these n*ggas
These b*tch-ass n*ggas, ayy
I'ma surge, but I ain't no politician, you heard
I gotta make a stand, every time, you know what I'm sayin'
I take everything the wrong way
You feel me? You vibe me?
Ayy, true