obi – martin (prod. free sora) lyrics
[verse 1]
obi made another bop
rob a n+gga, head to socks
leave ’em in the dirt and then i’ll have a n+gga kicking rocks
murder beats, make ’em stop!
halt! police! f+ck the cops
k!ll a beat like mr. keef keep k!lling all his f+cking opps
i’m like a prophet, i might just pick pocket a
dollar from rich pockets so i can flip rock and sh+t
flip boards, i pop ollies and i ain’t f+cking with mollies
i’m only f+cking with dollies who’ll spend the weekend
i’m the n+gga your parents warn you about
spittin’ out sick venom, i got my fangs in my mouth
and you know this n+gga dirty cause he came from the south
and you know these n+ggas dodgy ’til you come up on clout, but
can you blame these n+ggas? they just don’t know sh+t
except for that hoе sh+t
they just want more sh+t
they just can’t lovе sh+t
they make my nuts itch
wait, wait, take that one back
[verse 2]
wake you up, tough as f+ck, rustle n+ggas feathers up
clipping off they wings and then they wonder why they can’t get up
got ’em stuck, sticky n+gga, face full of a fl!cky n+gga
he think he tough, we cut his tum in half and have him spill his guts my n+gga!
f+ckin’ n+ggas up and then we hit the dash for fun my n+gga!
he speak too much i bust his lip and then he bite his tongue my n+gga!
i’m making all these tracks and then i drop them just for fun my n+gga!
f+ck around and leave you like a stooge you lookin dumb my n+gga….
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