Look on Dey Face by Hst Ocho Lyrics
[Intro]
[?]
It's Ocho
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang
[Verse 1]
It's Ocho, comin' live from the trenches
Niggas don't know how we livin'
We grind for the digits
Spin on his block like a fidget
Turnin' niggas into midgets, we knockin' off lemons
Pull up, Black Coupe, had them bitches suspicious
Pressure bust pipes, man them niggas ain't wit' us
Niggas gon' hate, want me gone with a quickness
Stay out the way, and I handle my business
I ain't goin', I got something to prove
Too much to lose
Catch 'em and zip him, we leavin' no clues
She know the name, I'ma hit and I jugg
I be like Kodak, I stick and I move
Tryna' blow up, I'm a spark to the fuse
Bodies droppin', they ain't make the news
My diamonds on water, so call it typhoon
Blindin' yo' hoe when I walk in the room
They callin' at 8, got the pack by noon
I don't say a word, so they quick to assume
I'm light on my feet, on my P's and my Q's
I don't trust nobody, I can't be no fool
Gave bread to the snakes, and I see how they [?]
Had it set on my mind that I never lose
Had it set on my mind, and I never lose
[Pre-Chorus]
No, I can't lose no
Level up, [?] cross me
Turnin' real ones into bosses
I done took a couple losses
They start to fake, 'cause they toxic
Elevatin', being cautious
I play it cool, he could make the news
I got shooters, like the Rockets
[Chorus]
I'm tryna' change for the better
I need Givenchy my sweater
Patek or Rollie, or whatever look better
A crib for my mom, and the squad, and et cetera
They tryna' take my spot
They tryna' ride my wave
Bentley, Rover, or a Wraith
Blowin' a K in a day
I need a mill' in the safe
Then see the look on dey' face
Then see the look on they face
I need a mill' in the safe
I need a mill' in the safe
Then see the look on they face, yeah
Then see the look on they fa', yeah
Then see the look on they face
[Verse 2]
Man, I swear these niggas (bitch-made)
Talk down, just behind ya' back (behind ya' back)
Smile in your face, like it never happened (like it never happened)
Try to fuck on your bitch right behind your back (right behind your back)
The sneaky shit, nah I ain't into that
It be the ones you call brother
Can't fuck with new niggas, these niggas is suckas
These niggas is rookie, can't fuck with the fraud (for real)
'Cause they act like they Tookie
But really be pussy, he soft as a cookie
Man, that's for real
Tryna' grind, get a deal
[?] Trey for that double seal
Hit up T [?] we won't miss a meal
All my dawgs totin' big steel
Told me don't sign if it's less than a mill'
Plus LP [?] and the feds watchin'
I was posted in the Rose Garden
Stay on point, never know who's watching
Cartier frames for the haters watchin'
Sin City, that's where I'm residing
R.I.P. Bino, that's John Gotti
[?]
I'm the one, like a hard copy
She go insane when I touch her body
[Pre-Chorus]
No, I can't lose no
Level up, [?] cross me
Turnin' real ones into bosses
I done took a couple losses
They start to fake, 'cause they toxic
Elevatin', being cautious
I play it cool, he could make the news
I got shooters, like the Rockets
[Chorus]
I'm tryna' change for the better
I need Givenchy my sweater
Patek or Rollie, or whatever look better
A crib for my mom, and the squad, and et cetera
They tryna' take my spot
They tryna' ride my wave
Bentley, Rover, or a Wraith
Blowin' a K in a day
I need a mill' in the safe
Then see the look on dey' face
Then see the look on they face
I need a mill' in the safe
I need a mill' in the safe
Then see the look on they face, yeah
Then see the look on they fa', yeah
Then see the look on they face
[Outro]
Then see the look on they face
Then see the look on they face
Then see the look on they face
Then see the look on they face
[?]
It's Ocho
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang
[Verse 1]
It's Ocho, comin' live from the trenches
Niggas don't know how we livin'
We grind for the digits
Spin on his block like a fidget
Turnin' niggas into midgets, we knockin' off lemons
Pull up, Black Coupe, had them bitches suspicious
Pressure bust pipes, man them niggas ain't wit' us
Niggas gon' hate, want me gone with a quickness
Stay out the way, and I handle my business
I ain't goin', I got something to prove
Too much to lose
Catch 'em and zip him, we leavin' no clues
She know the name, I'ma hit and I jugg
I be like Kodak, I stick and I move
Tryna' blow up, I'm a spark to the fuse
Bodies droppin', they ain't make the news
My diamonds on water, so call it typhoon
Blindin' yo' hoe when I walk in the room
They callin' at 8, got the pack by noon
I don't say a word, so they quick to assume
I'm light on my feet, on my P's and my Q's
I don't trust nobody, I can't be no fool
Gave bread to the snakes, and I see how they [?]
Had it set on my mind that I never lose
Had it set on my mind, and I never lose
[Pre-Chorus]
No, I can't lose no
Level up, [?] cross me
Turnin' real ones into bosses
I done took a couple losses
They start to fake, 'cause they toxic
Elevatin', being cautious
I play it cool, he could make the news
I got shooters, like the Rockets
[Chorus]
I'm tryna' change for the better
I need Givenchy my sweater
Patek or Rollie, or whatever look better
A crib for my mom, and the squad, and et cetera
They tryna' take my spot
They tryna' ride my wave
Bentley, Rover, or a Wraith
Blowin' a K in a day
I need a mill' in the safe
Then see the look on dey' face
Then see the look on they face
I need a mill' in the safe
I need a mill' in the safe
Then see the look on they face, yeah
Then see the look on they fa', yeah
Then see the look on they face
[Verse 2]
Man, I swear these niggas (bitch-made)
Talk down, just behind ya' back (behind ya' back)
Smile in your face, like it never happened (like it never happened)
Try to fuck on your bitch right behind your back (right behind your back)
The sneaky shit, nah I ain't into that
It be the ones you call brother
Can't fuck with new niggas, these niggas is suckas
These niggas is rookie, can't fuck with the fraud (for real)
'Cause they act like they Tookie
But really be pussy, he soft as a cookie
Man, that's for real
Tryna' grind, get a deal
[?] Trey for that double seal
Hit up T [?] we won't miss a meal
All my dawgs totin' big steel
Told me don't sign if it's less than a mill'
Plus LP [?] and the feds watchin'
I was posted in the Rose Garden
Stay on point, never know who's watching
Cartier frames for the haters watchin'
Sin City, that's where I'm residing
R.I.P. Bino, that's John Gotti
[?]
I'm the one, like a hard copy
She go insane when I touch her body
[Pre-Chorus]
No, I can't lose no
Level up, [?] cross me
Turnin' real ones into bosses
I done took a couple losses
They start to fake, 'cause they toxic
Elevatin', being cautious
I play it cool, he could make the news
I got shooters, like the Rockets
[Chorus]
I'm tryna' change for the better
I need Givenchy my sweater
Patek or Rollie, or whatever look better
A crib for my mom, and the squad, and et cetera
They tryna' take my spot
They tryna' ride my wave
Bentley, Rover, or a Wraith
Blowin' a K in a day
I need a mill' in the safe
Then see the look on dey' face
Then see the look on they face
I need a mill' in the safe
I need a mill' in the safe
Then see the look on they face, yeah
Then see the look on they fa', yeah
Then see the look on they face
[Outro]
Then see the look on they face
Then see the look on they face
Then see the look on they face
Then see the look on they face