Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bolo, artist - Dappy.
Date of issue: 11.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bolo |
You know I only talk that real |
Yo Rvchet, it sounds mad |
Woi |
Yo yo |
Pockets on swoler, getting older |
Humble, I don’t move too flashy |
Them man are capping, man are actors |
They need a Oscar, I’m just tryna grab me a Grammy |
You’re out here struggling with like 2 and a Q |
It’s been a month and you still ain’t flipped shit |
Can’t be out here trapping like it’s a fashion when you come from a real earnt |
family |
Uh, uh, uh |
Mr lover man, the money stacking up we need more rubber bands |
I get it and split it with the fam |
They get it and put it on the gram |
Yo, yo |
My pocks stay bolo, tell bro bro we got a show in a diffrent country |
Your accountant say your out 'ere spending thousands fam your getting way too |
comfy |
Mashine in my hand, mop on the deck im clean with the bang |
Filling up a nigga finna go steam on a man |
Better have a pillow and a duvet, cah he finna go sleep where he at |
Mad ting |
I lean with the gat, I done tiktok block you can leave it to man, |
man leave with a bang no cap |
It’s mad with a mash in my palm |
Bad from me born |
Angle me arm and take my stance |
I ain’t thinking bout bootouts, them man soft |
Coulda had a firefight, they dont let that blast |
I used to be like them riding round no p’s on a ridgeback |
So why wouldn’t they bother me and make me rise up a big strap |
Dig that |
Pockets on swoler, getting older |
Humble, I don’t move too flashy |
Them man are capping, man are actors |
They need a Oscar, I’m just tryna grab me a Grammy |
You’re out here struggling with like 2 and a blue |
It’s been a month and you still ain’t flipped shit |
Can’t be out here trapping like it’s a fashion when you come from a real earnt |
family |
Uh, uh, uh |
Mr money man, the money stacking up we need more rubber bands |
I get it and split it with the fam |
You get it and you put it on the gram |
Yo, yo |
My pocks stay bolo, tell bro bro we got a show in a diffrent country |
Your accountant say your out 'ere spending thousands, fam your getting way too |
comfy |
Brudda, I just made 25 racks off a 16 bar thats a year wage |
Thats a bag a bar with 9 to spare my brudda you can keep the change |
No cap made a million racks in the maddest of hats, then I changed the game |
With the cards I was dealt, I shouldn’t be popping these ace of spades |
Carried the whole game on my back for like 14 years now I’m feeling like a |
Aubameyang |
I never let it get it my head cah we all bleed red theres always someone badder |
than |
It ain’t easy tryna keep baddest when these eediyat labels got you on the ropes |
Thinking I might turn vegan cause it ain’t easy out 'ere being the goat |
Pockets on swoler, getting older |
Humble, I don’t move too flashy |
Them man are capping, man are actors |
They need a Oscar, I’m just tryna grab me a Grammy |
You’re out here struggling with like 2 and a Q |
It’s been a month and you still ain’t flipped shit |
Can’t be out here trapping like it’s a fashion when you come from a real earnt |
family |
Uh uh |
Mr lover man the money stacking up we need more rubber bands |
I get it and split it with the fam |
They get it and put it on the gram |
Yo, yo |
My pocks stay bolo tell bro bro we got a show in a diffrent country |
Your accountant say your out 'ere spending thousands fam your getting way too |
comfy |
Gunshot make man respect man don’t disrespect man send corn if you disrespect |
man |
Spray this tryna disinfect man, man lift this tech man and force man to go get |
the getback |
Only shake hand with a excs fam hell no I’ll never listen to bunch of yes man |
I’ll go toe to toe with any man and I’m bun em all now and imma rest when I’m |
dead fam |
Sho sho |
Make your chest go low put your arse in the air and wind it up |
Jiggle batty got the woody willy rising up treat her body like her daddy she’ll |
be climbing up |
The woddy willy make her stay make her ride it |
Got the jiggle batty show me you ain’t shy wid food |
Big batty press that like a .9 in the woods |
I’ll still leave a man red if I ride in the hood |
Pockets on swoler, getting older |
Humble, I don’t move too flashy |
Them man are capping, man are actors |
They need a Oscar, I’m just tryna grab me a Grammy |
You’re out here struggling with like 2 and a Q |
It’s been a month and you still ain’t flipped shit |
Can’t be out here trapping like it’s a fashion when you come from a real earnt |
family |
Uh, uh |