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okayomni - luh bang bang 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!)

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