Oreo - Luther lyrics

(Yo Prov is on fire, n***a) Pushers and Peddlers, n***a (That Slick Mix, n***a) Gorillo on the beat O [Hook: Oreo] Im jus chillin wit my shooter n***a Im usually wit a group of n***as Yea you know the van deep but Everybody in that van draws (Vandross) word to Luther n***a Selling grams to your super n***a Oh, you be saving hoes you a super n***a? Come thru on your block so deep You gon think we was marching for King Luther, n***a [Verse 1: Oreo] My n***as rock out like they in a tour Im hanging with a couple shooters but theres many more What you speak is half bull like a minotaur We hustle hard we can't even take a minute off You not bout that life, what you riding for? That van pull up slow, open the sliding door You better run to the crib or hide behind a wall Cuz all you gonna see is shots like the final four Give me the loot or you visiting luth-or Bang this big hammer feeling like Im the new Thor Setting up shop like I opened a new store Need my pockets looking like my thighs grew tumors n***a Im too raw got a couple hoes but i need a few more My girls acting moody still I told her sitcom (sit calm) my life's like a movie still Look at the movie chill! [Hook: Oreo] Im jus chillin wit my shooter n***a Im usually wit a group of n***as Yea you know the van deep but Everybody in that van draws (Vandross) word to Luther n***a Selling grams to your super n***a Oh, you be saving hoes you a super n***a? Come thru on your block so deep We gon look like we marching for King Luther, n***a [Verse 2: Jduce] Pull up gang, like the Uber n***a She blow it with 2 hands, Im the tuba n***a My n***a Malc keep the 40, thats the cougar n***a I want the all gray Taurus, thats a troopa n***a I start son'ing them little pistols you pop gunning And when I bust they run from 12 like the cops coming A fair warning, I dance on 'em, put hands on 'em And all the opps in they prime 'til I transform 'em Black man, keep a gun, tat man Straight hands, off the waist n***a batman If disrespected, I spray like its a disinfectant And you ran off on the plug? Well now you disconnected Sad he felt, a bad hand, I'm glad he dealt Now he got beef over onions like a patty melt I strap up and act up so back up Whip crack up and pack up and stack up Life is like old steak cause its cold and tough Supposed to be cash when we link this is not a cuff Ya mans shook, hustling I got the handbook And we ain't talking abuela the way my grams cook A chrome busta, heavy weight bonecrusher And we can fade in the back like the old Busta Im never telling rap arist convicted felon And he think sh** sweet 'til I hit his melon [Hook: Oreo] Im jus chillin wit my shooter n***a Im usually wit a group of n***as Yeah you know the van deep but Everybody in that van draws (Vandross) word to Luther n***a Selling grams to your super n***a Oh, you be saving hoes you a super n***a? Come thru on your block so deep We gon look like we marching for King Luther, n***a (That secret sauce, n***a)