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luh bang bang - okayomni lyrics

[verse 1: omni]

(aye longboy you styling!)

you know all these broads they get flipped
finna call up my doctor i need me a script
yea i keep that stick i’m down to hit a l!ck
yeah just send me the drop b*tch we finna go spin on em (huh?)
my n*ggas they ready to drill on em (huh?)
i just pop two more pills i ain’t feelin the one
all this trapping and scamming i made me a lot
my n*ggas some k!llas i don’t know what you thought
what the f*ck you sliding on
my dog brought me the drink so i gave em a bone
got two twin glocks yea i call em my clone
see two bad thots yea i’m finna go bone(uh)
the way sip on this drank feel pimp c
my n*ggas ready dey gone slide to your city
gotta big ass drake and dat b*tch got titties
you don’t f*ck with me then why is you near me
why the f*ck you in my live lil b*tch
i told you i ain’t got no time lil b*tch
my boy got a mask he disguised in the hit
these n*ggas be lying dey don’t got no stick
say my cup be so muddy just poured up a six
if i call up my blood he gone slide, he gone take yo sh*t
if i call up my crip he gone take of your hat
yea dat lil n*gga stank i call him a black
[verse 2: teaz]

omni hop out with the stick and go aim at your body he bout to go turn you to sandman(yea! yea!)
i walk in the spot and i’m jugging these n*ggas dey hating on me cause i feel like the bandman (yea! yea!)
and i’m to high inside the sky and i’m off these pills, i’m booted up just like a ceiling fan
b*tch you broke as f*ck, you wack as f*ck and you don’t even got no dividends
he a hating ass n*gga his opinion is invalid
i can tell you a fat broke b*tch go an eat you a salad
and b*tch my pockets on fat they like khaled, but lil n*gga we the best
i got so brand new seven point six two bullets bet it’s gone rip through your head
and we gone two strand twist his whole crew f*ck around knock off all they dreads
and b*tch it’s teaz i’m known to go ride in a hemi
gotta glock on my body i’m known to go ride with a semi
and no i’m not talking bout kel b*tch ima demon i go ahead and send him to h*ll
bullets gone run through his chest i can already tell dat p*ssy boy he frail
free all my motherf*ckin brothers up out at that cage, free them up outta that cell
i got them hollows bet they go straight through his body
he crying bet he gone beg for his mommy (yea! yea!) (yea! yea!)
give a f*ck about your family tree, pull up to scene and gone ahead and go air out your auntie
f*ck that n*gga collective and f*ck you to i’ll pull up on his crew
55.6 bullets finna rip through his motherf*ckin stomach and they gone hit him too. (woah! woah!)
i’m up in my mode b*tch i’m up in inside my bag (bag!)
i done swerved the coupe i crashed the coupe i hopped inside the jag (jag!)
all these n*ggas been hating on me cause i’m in first place b*tch you in last (last!)
i put the pedal right to the medal cause i’m up on the scene b*tch i’m on the gas (yea yea!)
(crash!)

- okayomni lyrics

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