HALO Lyrics – .idk., No I.D.

Read the full HALO lyrics by .idk. and No I.D. from the album e.t.d.s. A Mixtape by .idk. along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1]
If I was a killer I would be like Luigi
Do it real clean, treat the strap like a squeegee (Ok)
Everybody fu*k with you and everyone needy
How the fu*k we put the co-exist when everyone greedy?
That’s why I move by myself, I don’t need no one help
Hit the lick on my lonely ’cause they might just tell
Every one of you fake, y’all plastic as hell
Me and soft ass rappers, man, we never gonna gel

[Pre-Chorus]
I pray the thugs keep thugging
The hoes keep goin
Thе fat ass is shaking, why the liquor keep pouring ?
And they keep looking
‘Cause I keep winning
And I keep a, huh
So I keep grinning, I’m

[Chorus]
Turning a hat to a halo (Fu*k a rap n!gga, yеah)
Turning a hat to a halo (Fu*k a rap n!gga, yeah)
Turning a hat to a halo (Fu*k a rap n!gga, yeah)
Turning a hat to a halo, yeah

[Verse 2]
Okay the bottom line is I’m a crook wit a deal
If my records don’t sell I’ma rob and steal
If a n!gga act tough, I don’t even gotta shoot ’em
I’ma give they ass the beats like a fu*king producer
Play ’em like MPC, now he on NBC
Now he on channel five and I won’t say a peep
If the hounds looking for me, I’ma throw ’em a treat
They find a clue like they Shaggy, I’m like it wasn’t me, huh
So many imaginary opps, n!ggas don’t even be gangsta, but they gangsta ’cause of the Glock
So many imaginary thugs, all you rap n!ggas licks, finna rob ’em for they buzz, uh

[Pre-Chorus]
I pray the thugs keep thugging
The hoes keep goin
The fat ass is shaking, why the liquor keep pouring ?
And they keep looking
‘Cause I keep winning
And I keep a, huh
So I keep grinning, I’m

[Chorus]
Turning a hat to a halo (Fu*k a rap n!gga, yeah)
Turning a hat to a halo (Fu*k a rap n!gga, yeah)
Turning a hat to a halo (Fu*k a rap n!gga, yeah)
Turning a hat to a halo, yeah

[Segue]
Ayy, tell me when I’m in the day room right?
My man from the Southside was listening to that joint, you know, he was bobbing his head like s*it
So I put the headphones in my man’s ear
He got to dancing like s*it, that joint catchy as a motherfu*ker

[Outro]
Plot twist, rewind back to 2010 in front of the judge for my sentence
State gave me fifteen and they dropped the gavel
Could’ve got away with three, but I wouldn’t tattle
Made parole and then I got out early, early
Hit the studio with Lo and had to rock out sturdy, sturdy
That’s why it’s real in my eyes, I made it here no surprise
If I did the whole time I’d be out in 2025, 25, 25