Blow 5 (feat. Ar-Ab)

Blow 5 (feat. Ar-Ab) - Dark Lo Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dark Lo]

I'm hearing static in my phone, they got a track on me

You was trying to do a song, I got this mac on me

I asked him, “shot him in his dome?”, he said, “facts, homie”

You did enough for the set, just relax, homie

Drought time, I kept it real, I put a tax on him

In the meeting, it went sour, I pulled my strap on him

I'm through the roof and then the sky, ain't no cap on me

It got it locked but I ain't locked, ain't no latch on me



[Verse 2: Ar-Ab]

They only bring it to me hard when I get the work

I'm pulling babies out the pot like it's giving birth

Traffic stop, bubble guts when I'm getting searched

Emptied the FN on him and it didn't jerk

I'm using Sun Tzu tactics, war is an art

Riding with two birds like it's Noah's Ark

Them suckers landed every bullet when they hit the [?]

I was taught only broke niggas get it hard



[Verse 3: Dark Lo]

And I was taught life lessons while behind the bars

(I swear I was taught life lessons behind that bitch)

OBH Records, it's more like an army

I blow a dime in 20 seconds, I'm fresh out of Barney's

Allah, protect me from the friends that want to harm me

On my name alone, he strapped, I [?] you out this [?]

Told the lookout just whistle, when they come, alarm me

Life's a game, it's sunny now, but it just was stormy

He got killed, he put his gun up, it just was on him



[Verse 4: Ar-Ab]

Look, every charge was violence when I caught a case

I told Skinny go to sleep ‘cause his lawyer paid

I got money in my safe that's my daughter's age

Was kicked out of high school when I bought a gauge

My old head beat the case, he found loopholes

I was 12 shooting out in my school clothes

I send the nigga on a hit and paid him 2 O's

Facetimed Dark Lo, we only use codes



[Verse 5: Dark Lo]

The plug pitched at me, I'm like Pujols

Get rich and stay rich, only two goals

Fuck the story, what's the moral, I'm trying to kept it cordial

Investigated, then he told, he couldn't keep his morals

Keep your pussy when we link, we'll just keep it oral

Don't come around me acting weird, we'll just keep it normal

Closed casket, your mom crying if I creep up on you

Eulogies and sad songs, I'll pit the deacon on you

Homework a piece of cake, I spent the weekend on you



[Verse 6: Ar-Ab]

How he kill his own blood for a half a brick?

Grave shifts, it was my pursuit of happiness

Was shot 10 times, ain't know what was happening

Making bad bitches take a knee like Kaepernick

Chopper in the van but it wasn't our plans

Interrogation room, I took the Rosa Parks stance

Fingertips numb, come from cutting hard grams

I bet every bullet land and that is with my off hand



[Verse 7: Dark Lo]

I told [___] hit me when it's [___]

I'm in the loft chilling, this is God's plan

When it's war, it's no pauses, I go to different causes

You need a feature, I need a bag, I'm talking Santa Clauses

Now all I do is win, I couldn't stand the losses

Bagging dope is great work and badland's the office

FedEx and Percocets, I hope it land in Boston



[Verse 8: Ar-Ab]

I done ate with the Bloods, I done ran with the Crips

Walked around with Shawn Kemp number on my hips

I got a hundred men, I pray that none of them flip

[?] jump in my bag, you're getting one with the zip

I done loss all my conscience with the loss of my mother

Started popping Percocets in all different colors

It all come to double when the soft start to bubble

Tre pound Sig Sauer will turn his scar to a puzzle