(Omertà mob shit)
Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
It's bout 4 5 in the morning I Wake up and I'm yawning my Phone keep ringing
And I'm Ignoring I'm Like what the f*ck Is you doing
Who ever this is you drawning N***a hit me back up on the Morning
Yeah what's up n***a Don't worry bout Who the f*ck this is
Hello who this , f*ck n***a stop Calling my phone n***a
Said he gone kill me bitch n***a Bring it on my choppa my hoe
I Can't wait to make it moan f*ck N***a wanna be me really
They Clones put em on tv turn his ass To bones one to the head yea one
To the Dome nothing but hollow Tips on the Chrome and it get Real
After dark when it's blood in The water Im'a A shark Ocean Drive motion
Watching out for The narcs kel been real from the Start just like Savage
I Ain't got No hearth n***a get popped like A tart mad max with the choppa
Make the k sing like a Opera With this stick Im'a mop you
One shot might drop you long Range red dot you
You ain't Pushing no Weight I spot you Homicide on the scene don't Know who shot you
(Omertà that) (Omertà that) (Whoa whoa)
Lay a n***a flat like a do-rag Ain't nothing but hollows in this 50 magazine
Choppa heat his Ass up real Quick lean cuisine and I'm Popping my shit n***a
Just like a Bean got yo Hoe on my dick Ain't no pussy in my clique
I'm Just trying to f*ck bitch I'm just Trying to mingle bitch Told me
My dick is too good to be single I'm a clever little stepper
I got Her high off a Tesla she sucking
My dick so I blessed her , blessed Her y'all n***a going out bad Bout a bitch
I'm sipping on Green like the Grinch got that N***a tight tensed met that Bitch
Last week been giving that Hoe Dick ever since dick ever Since You play the bench
I'm Balling Bitch it's common sense I f*ck Her crazy no common Sense
And I got Gas n***a all Kinda scents All blues no kinda Cents real Blues no counterfeit
I'm one of a Kind you can't Counterfeit I Been running shit Since
I was a Hit (yea) ya hoe she A real Throwback I don't want Her f*ck Her once
Then I throw Her back Bout these hoes y'all N****s go Out sad bout a bitch
You gone in Up in a Bag Mortuary toe tag Now you Going out bad
Wished U never Stepped to a savage like Kel Yeah Kel gone Give em hell
(Yeah)( yeah) (Yeah)
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(Omertà mob shit)
Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
It's bout 4 5 in the morning I Wake up and I'm yawning my Phone keep ringing
And I'm Ignoring I'm Like what the f*ck Is you doing
Who ever this is you drawning N***a hit me back up on the Morning
Yeah what's up n***a Don't worry bout Who the f*ck this is
Hello who this , f*ck n***a stop Calling my phone n***a
Said he gone kill me bitch n***a Bring it on my choppa my hoe
I Can't wait to make it moan f*ck N***a wanna be me really
They Clones put em on tv turn his ass To bones one to the head yea one
To the Dome nothing but hollow Tips on the Chrome and it get Real
After dark when it's blood in The water Im'a A shark Ocean Drive motion
Watching out for The narcs kel been real from the Start just like Savage
I Ain't got No hearth n***a get popped like A tart mad max with the choppa
Make the k sing like a Opera With this stick Im'a mop you
One shot might drop you long Range red dot you
You ain't Pushing no Weight I spot you Homicide on the scene don't Know who shot you
(Omertà that) (Omertà that) (Whoa whoa)
Lay a n***a flat like a do-rag Ain't nothing but hollows in this 50 magazine
Choppa heat his Ass up real Quick lean cuisine and I'm Popping my shit n***a
Just like a Bean got yo Hoe on my dick Ain't no pussy in my clique
I'm Just trying to f*ck bitch I'm just Trying to mingle bitch Told me
My dick is too good to be single I'm a clever little stepper
I got Her high off a Tesla she sucking
My dick so I blessed her , blessed Her y'all n***a going out bad Bout a bitch
I'm sipping on Green like the Grinch got that N***a tight tensed met that Bitch
Last week been giving that Hoe Dick ever since dick ever Since You play the bench
I'm Balling Bitch it's common sense I f*ck Her crazy no common Sense
And I got Gas n***a all Kinda scents All blues no kinda Cents real Blues no counterfeit
I'm one of a Kind you can't Counterfeit I Been running shit Since
I was a Hit (yea) ya hoe she A real Throwback I don't want Her f*ck Her once
Then I throw Her back Bout these hoes y'all N****s go Out sad bout a bitch
You gone in Up in a Bag Mortuary toe tag Now you Going out bad
Wished U never Stepped to a savage like Kel Yeah Kel gone Give em hell
(Yeah)( yeah) (Yeah)
Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
It's bout 4 5 in the morning I Wake up and I'm yawning my Phone keep ringing
And I'm Ignoring I'm Like what the f*ck Is you doing
Who ever this is you drawning N***a hit me back up on the Morning
Yeah what's up n***a Don't worry bout Who the f*ck this is
Hello who this , f*ck n***a stop Calling my phone n***a
Said he gone kill me bitch n***a Bring it on my choppa my hoe
I Can't wait to make it moan f*ck N***a wanna be me really
They Clones put em on tv turn his ass To bones one to the head yea one
To the Dome nothing but hollow Tips on the Chrome and it get Real
After dark when it's blood in The water Im'a A shark Ocean Drive motion
Watching out for The narcs kel been real from the Start just like Savage
I Ain't got No hearth n***a get popped like A tart mad max with the choppa
Make the k sing like a Opera With this stick Im'a mop you
One shot might drop you long Range red dot you
You ain't Pushing no Weight I spot you Homicide on the scene don't Know who shot you
(Omertà that) (Omertà that) (Whoa whoa)
Lay a n***a flat like a do-rag Ain't nothing but hollows in this 50 magazine
Choppa heat his Ass up real Quick lean cuisine and I'm Popping my shit n***a
Just like a Bean got yo Hoe on my dick Ain't no pussy in my clique
I'm Just trying to f*ck bitch I'm just Trying to mingle bitch Told me
My dick is too good to be single I'm a clever little stepper
I got Her high off a Tesla she sucking
My dick so I blessed her , blessed Her y'all n***a going out bad Bout a bitch
I'm sipping on Green like the Grinch got that N***a tight tensed met that Bitch
Last week been giving that Hoe Dick ever since dick ever Since You play the bench
I'm Balling Bitch it's common sense I f*ck Her crazy no common Sense
And I got Gas n***a all Kinda scents All blues no kinda Cents real Blues no counterfeit
I'm one of a Kind you can't Counterfeit I Been running shit Since
I was a Hit (yea) ya hoe she A real Throwback I don't want Her f*ck Her once
Then I throw Her back Bout these hoes y'all N****s go Out sad bout a bitch
You gone in Up in a Bag Mortuary toe tag Now you Going out bad
Wished U never Stepped to a savage like Kel Yeah Kel gone Give em hell
(Yeah)( yeah) (Yeah)
Writer: KEVIN BAILEY
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid