(Get your money up not your funny up, rawr)
Ok, gone for a minute but I'm back now (skeet)
So lemme boogie down brown til' the sundown
Viewer discretion all I hear it's the talk of the town (skeet)
Bob ross painting with his van dyke brown
We ain't done yet cuz we just gettin' started
Got heads lookin' at me
They thinkin' that I farted
The only thing that smell is the mutt in Chet's room
I only did her once, that was enough for me to zoom
Lemme' think of (think of)
Going through the night
All these thing are (things are)
Running through my mind
All the time it's hard yeah
All the stars align
But I need it (need it)
Thinking i'll be fine
Modelo lemonciello swipin' left on my yellow
I like to play with balls like my name is Lamelo
My homies think I'm sus' but I'm always no homo
Me Benji and E goin' up like I'm Romo
In the late night studs'
Trynna find the right moods
Chillin' wit' my dudes
And we always slammin' brews (aye)
Grew up in the Cedars throwin' bangers on the daily
Yeah we holdin' up the team got our backs feelin' achy
In the studio every night we been grindin' heavy lately
And we ain't stoppin' here cuz O.M. be too crazy (aye)
I'm a young Escobar off the jet fill the baggage car
From ramen to the caviar and songs in the repertoire
On the midnight grind
Sip the natty til' I'm out my mind
Flow's too nice we just listen then hit rewind
Me and E goin' hard just like Pablo Escobar
Switch the beat off guard I might need a body guard
It's 12:22 slammin' brews in the stud'
Your discretion yeah it's viewed
Overlook tattooed
Late night speaker boomin'
Point the camera and zoom in
We new to this game move your shit and let me move in
Sheetz daily four orders on my list I can't miss
Overlook growin' fast ultrasound it's a cyst
Album drop was a fail but you know that we persist
Puttin' out singles weekly so the fans don't get pissed
Hit it
TSF to ISC we are the best don't look at me
Break through my mind and I will see
She got a lock I grab the key
I wish them best
I wish them luck
I fire shots they gotta duck
They say I'm genius call me Zuck
I do not spite I'm not a schmuck
This is only the debut
And they better pray for you
Cuz you know we comin' hard
Bury bodies in the yard
If I had my glock right now
Ima shoot that shit like pow
And we stealin' street signs
Now that shit is mine (aye)
It's Friday time to grind
Join me in my drunken mind
I swear to god this shit gets easier every single time
Ima run to get yods
Underneath the tree of gods
We defyin' all the odds
Promo frenzy hittin' quads
Om - Fanny Ho (feat. Benji) Lyrics
Om - Fanny Ho (feat. Benji) Lyrics
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(Get your money up not your funny up, rawr)
Ok, gone for a minute but I'm back now (skeet)
So lemme boogie down brown til' the sundown
Viewer discretion all I hear it's the talk of the town (skeet)
Bob ross painting with his van dyke brown
We ain't done yet cuz we just gettin' started
Got heads lookin' at me
They thinkin' that I farted
The only thing that smell is the mutt in Chet's room
I only did her once, that was enough for me to zoom
Lemme' think of (think of)
Going through the night
All these thing are (things are)
Running through my mind
All the time it's hard yeah
All the stars align
But I need it (need it)
Thinking i'll be fine
Modelo lemonciello swipin' left on my yellow
I like to play with balls like my name is Lamelo
My homies think I'm sus' but I'm always no homo
Me Benji and E goin' up like I'm Romo
In the late night studs'
Trynna find the right moods
Chillin' wit' my dudes
And we always slammin' brews (aye)
Grew up in the Cedars throwin' bangers on the daily
Yeah we holdin' up the team got our backs feelin' achy
In the studio every night we been grindin' heavy lately
And we ain't stoppin' here cuz O.M. be too crazy (aye)
I'm a young Escobar off the jet fill the baggage car
From ramen to the caviar and songs in the repertoire
On the midnight grind
Sip the natty til' I'm out my mind
Flow's too nice we just listen then hit rewind
Me and E goin' hard just like Pablo Escobar
Switch the beat off guard I might need a body guard
It's 12:22 slammin' brews in the stud'
Your discretion yeah it's viewed
Overlook tattooed
Late night speaker boomin'
Point the camera and zoom in
We new to this game move your shit and let me move in
Sheetz daily four orders on my list I can't miss
Overlook growin' fast ultrasound it's a cyst
Album drop was a fail but you know that we persist
Puttin' out singles weekly so the fans don't get pissed
Hit it
TSF to ISC we are the best don't look at me
Break through my mind and I will see
She got a lock I grab the key
I wish them best
I wish them luck
I fire shots they gotta duck
They say I'm genius call me Zuck
I do not spite I'm not a schmuck
This is only the debut
And they better pray for you
Cuz you know we comin' hard
Bury bodies in the yard
If I had my glock right now
Ima shoot that shit like pow
And we stealin' street signs
Now that shit is mine (aye)
It's Friday time to grind
Join me in my drunken mind
I swear to god this shit gets easier every single time
Ima run to get yods
Underneath the tree of gods
We defyin' all the odds
Promo frenzy hittin' quads
Ok, gone for a minute but I'm back now (skeet)
So lemme boogie down brown til' the sundown
Viewer discretion all I hear it's the talk of the town (skeet)
Bob ross painting with his van dyke brown
We ain't done yet cuz we just gettin' started
Got heads lookin' at me
They thinkin' that I farted
The only thing that smell is the mutt in Chet's room
I only did her once, that was enough for me to zoom
Lemme' think of (think of)
Going through the night
All these thing are (things are)
Running through my mind
All the time it's hard yeah
All the stars align
But I need it (need it)
Thinking i'll be fine
Modelo lemonciello swipin' left on my yellow
I like to play with balls like my name is Lamelo
My homies think I'm sus' but I'm always no homo
Me Benji and E goin' up like I'm Romo
In the late night studs'
Trynna find the right moods
Chillin' wit' my dudes
And we always slammin' brews (aye)
Grew up in the Cedars throwin' bangers on the daily
Yeah we holdin' up the team got our backs feelin' achy
In the studio every night we been grindin' heavy lately
And we ain't stoppin' here cuz O.M. be too crazy (aye)
I'm a young Escobar off the jet fill the baggage car
From ramen to the caviar and songs in the repertoire
On the midnight grind
Sip the natty til' I'm out my mind
Flow's too nice we just listen then hit rewind
Me and E goin' hard just like Pablo Escobar
Switch the beat off guard I might need a body guard
It's 12:22 slammin' brews in the stud'
Your discretion yeah it's viewed
Overlook tattooed
Late night speaker boomin'
Point the camera and zoom in
We new to this game move your shit and let me move in
Sheetz daily four orders on my list I can't miss
Overlook growin' fast ultrasound it's a cyst
Album drop was a fail but you know that we persist
Puttin' out singles weekly so the fans don't get pissed
Hit it
TSF to ISC we are the best don't look at me
Break through my mind and I will see
She got a lock I grab the key
I wish them best
I wish them luck
I fire shots they gotta duck
They say I'm genius call me Zuck
I do not spite I'm not a schmuck
This is only the debut
And they better pray for you
Cuz you know we comin' hard
Bury bodies in the yard
If I had my glock right now
Ima shoot that shit like pow
And we stealin' street signs
Now that shit is mine (aye)
It's Friday time to grind
Join me in my drunken mind
I swear to god this shit gets easier every single time
Ima run to get yods
Underneath the tree of gods
We defyin' all the odds
Promo frenzy hittin' quads
Writer: O.M.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid