Aisle 3 lyrics

[Intro: OKG Delo]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(JPR got that f*ckin' fire)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
n*gga, no auto

[Chorus: OKG Delo]
I need me some bricks of soft
You ain't no boss if you took no loss
I'm on the Jane, try eat like Tubby
Phone line ring, it's the fiends for the munchies
Let the Glock rip if a n*gga try touch me
She eatin' the di*k if she tell me she hungry
You know I risk it all for the money
Band for the kicks, couple bands for thе hoodie
Grown men, they p*ssеd, they mad, we lit
Flood his whip then switch the fit
Call Upty, he gon' do you in?
And we don't care 'bout who you is
Get smoked up like a hookah stick

[Verse 1: Shhini]
Real slimy dude, I can get you gone by noon (SLATT)
Came a long way from sharing them tools
Gen5, everything brand new
I'm clipping her up, I don't need a room
She asking my name, I'm telling her Shh
I know you see the last boy on the news
They put him in a deep fryer, started sizzling
Hearing bad as Hoy starts snitching
Free all my killers and free all the henchmen
She don't go to church, but she praise me like the reverend
She on her knees repenting (Freaky)
Can't find you, I'm going for your brethrens
I've been doing my hands on this G27
On my block, they call me Young Legend
I pop these Perkys to ease the stressin'
[Verse 2: OKG Delo]
You think he's strong, you think he got heart
But these bullets gon' bench press him
We sling guns like Red Dead
Welcome to the wild, wild West End
On my block, better watch him for your best friend
When they slime you, you won't see it comin'
Ran into the boys, they let off a dozen
I know he mad that he lost his cousin

[Verse 3: Shhini]
Last year, done spend like a hundred
The bunk bed kickin', my lungs can't function
He dyin' slow, he got found in a dungeon
They pray on my downfall, wanna see me under
Spinnin' around all around the clock
Who gon' be there when they let off shots?
You know it's bling when it's hard as a rock (Bling)

[Chorus: OKG Delo]
I need me some bricks of soft
You ain't no boss if you took no loss
I'm on the Jane, try eat like Tubby
Phone line ring, it's the fiends for the munchies
Let the Glock rip if a n*gga try touch me
She eatin' the di*k if she tell me she hungry
You know I risk it all for the money
Band for the kicks, couple bands for the hoodie
Grown men, they p*ssed, they mad, we lit
Flood his whip then switch the fit
Call Upty, he gon' do you in?
And we don't care 'bout who you is
Get smoked up like a hookah stick