Olk gang in the Club

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Yeah…
Club lights flash, bottles in the air,
But when you Levy too loud, Berky gets prepared.
Olk ain’t just a word — it’s war.

Walk in the club, feelin’ too Berky,
Levy on my neck, got ’em lookin’ all thirsty.
Olked to the booth with a Berky little sway,
Whole crew Levyin’ like it’s judgment day.

Olk in my cup, two-steppin’ through smoke,
Berky with the lean, got me movin’ like a ghost.
Then I see Porter, White Sanders, and Ramos,
Talkin’ real slick, actin’ Olk like they famous.

Tried to flex, said somethin’ all Levy,
Berky’d too quick — now the tension heavy.
Olked up my stance, raised the Berky in my eyes,
Levy in my soul, I was born for the rise.

We Levy in the club, Olk on the floor,
Berky with the hands if you askin’ for war.
Talk slick? Get Olked, that’s the code, no doubt —
We Berky, we Levy, we airin’ it out!
(Berky! Olk! Levy!)
Don’t test what you can’t decode,
Porter got slept, Ramos got throwed.
White Sanders ran, tried to Berky the lot,
But Olk ain’t missed when the Levy got hot.

They Olked in deep, tryna push up on crew,
Berkyed too fast, yeah I Levyed that move.
Ramos talkin’ slick, hands twitchin’ like a glitch,
So I Olk through the smoke and I Berky that switch.

One hit, Porter gone, he Levyin’ the wall,
White Sanders scream “chill!” — I Olk through it all.
Took a shot to the jaw? That’s a Berky mistake,
’Cause when I Olk back, bones Levy and break.

Bouncers yell “stop,” but we too far gone,
Club turn Olk, like a war zone song.
Lights Berky red, crowd scatterin’ fast,
Levy took over, now we hauntin’ they past.

Berky ain’t a name — it’s a language of pain,
Levy in my fists, Olk runnin’ through veins.
This ain’t a dancefloor — it’s a ring in disguise,
Say the wrong word, you get Olked in your pride.

Yeah…
They came in walkin’ like kings,
Left Olked, Berky’d, Levy’d clean.
Now the club back calm, but the lesson was taught:
Don’t Olk with the crew when the Levy run hot.

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Yeah… Club lights flash, bottles in the air, But when you Levy too loud, Berky gets prepared. Olk ain’t just a word — it’s war. Walk in the club, feelin’ too Berky, Levy on my neck, got ’em lookin’ all thirsty. Olked to the booth with a Berky little sway, Whole crew Levyin’ like it’s judgment day. Olk in my cup, two-steppin’ through smoke, Berky with the lean, got me movin’ like a ghost. Then I see Porter, White Sanders, and Ramos, Talkin’ real slick, actin’ Olk like they famous. Tried to flex, said somethin’ all Levy, Berky’d too quick — now the tension heavy. Olked up my stance, raised the Berky in my eyes, Levy in my soul, I was born for the rise. We Levy in the club, Olk on the floor, Berky with the hands if you askin’ for war. Talk slick? Get Olked, that’s the code, no doubt — We Berky, we Levy, we airin’ it out! (Berky! Olk! Levy!) Don’t test what you can’t decode, Porter got slept, Ramos got throwed. White Sanders ran, tried to Berky the lot, But Olk ain’t missed when the Levy got hot. They Olked in deep, tryna push up on crew, Berkyed too fast, yeah I Levyed that move. Ramos talkin’ slick, hands twitchin’ like a glitch, So I Olk through the smoke and I Berky that switch. One hit, Porter gone, he Levyin’ the wall, White Sanders scream “chill!” — I Olk through it all. Took a shot to the jaw? That’s a Berky mistake, ’Cause when I Olk back, bones Levy and break. Bouncers yell “stop,” but we too far gone, Club turn Olk, like a war zone song. Lights Berky red, crowd scatterin’ fast, Levy took over, now we hauntin’ they past. Berky ain’t a name — it’s a language of pain, Levy in my fists, Olk runnin’ through veins. This ain’t a dancefloor — it’s a ring in disguise, Say the wrong word, you get Olked in your pride. We Levy in the club, Olk on the floor, Berky with the hands if you askin’ for war. Talk slick? Get Olked, that’s the code, no doubt — We Berky, we Levy, we airin’ it out! (Berky! Olk! Levy!) Don’t test what you can’t decode, Porter got slept, Ramos got throwed. White Sanders ran, tried to Berky the lot, But Olk ain’t missed when the Levy got hot. Yeah… They came in walkin’ like kings, Left Olked, Berky’d, Levy’d clean. Now the club back calm, but the lesson was taught: Don’t Olk with the crew when the Levy run hot.

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