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Omerette the Great

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Woo
Turn the beat up a little bit
Yeah, man
'Retta in big mode, man
They know what the f*ck goin' on, throw it
Woo

I got this drank in my hand 
I might throw it on a bitch if she look at me funny 
Woo, yeah, they know that
Bitches be talking that gangsta shit say we ain't 'bout it
Tuh, they know how we coming
Woo

Look, throw it
If they play we act up
One wrong move get act up 
Don't get close, bitch, back up
Can't be broke, that bad luck
Put shit on you, ba-ba
One wrong move, then bye-bye 
Make these bullets go fah-fah 
Rock that baby, ga-ga

Rock that baby to sleep, I told him it's nap time
Bitches get wrong and they know that it's slap time
Niggas play crazy, I keep me a strap .9
Put that boy down now he think he got baptized
'Cause he lay down in that water
They tried to play dumb but I told 'em I'm smarter
Put one on they head I been sold 'em his daughter
They want me to gas them but I'm not a charger
Look, I don't play games on my name not Nintendo
Nobody safe give a f*ck 'bout your kinfolk
Is this what you want? Do you know what you in for?
Like please think again 'fore you meet my extendo
And you can't go back then
I'ma see 'bout that later, no back end
I'm a talk 'bout you bad like a bad friend
You ain't poppin' no more you a has been

Why the f*ck do bitches keep talking when I don't like speaking to peons
You green with envy but give me the blues, I guess I'm a call you a crayon
I cut that nigga right off, he ain't have no red flags them bitches were neon
They told me I got haters, I'm focused on money I swear I don't see none (but look)

If they play we act up
One wrong move get act up 
Don't get close, bitch, back up
Can't be broke, that bad luck
Put shit on you, ba-ba
One wrong move, then bye-bye 
Make these bullets go fah-fah 
Rock that baby, ga-ga
Look, throw it
If they play we act up
One wrong move get act up 
Don't get close, bitch, back up
Can't be broke, that bad luck
Put shit on you, ba-ba
One wrong move, then bye-bye 
Make these bullets go fah-fah 
Rock that baby, ga-ga

Make these bullets go up in the air for real
It's time for a choppa storm
Cut from a different cloth, I been a gangster 
Before the glock was born
He sending threats 
Okay put him on his neck and watch his mama mourn
I stop violence, we just jumped the man and went to cop the Jordans
We be out steppin on Tuesday (woo)
put one on his head like a toupee (grrah)
Keep a bag full of paper, a couple of lead
Have it right on my back like a school day
These bitches ain't fucking with me, they out fucking for free
But I'll f*ck him for Neph, I f*ck for a fee
They're too close to the trick but they want they lil' treat
And I don't want that nigga, just want that lil' seat
Look, we been 'bout that action
If they say that we not then they cappin'
If they think that it's sweet, then round of applause 
'Cause these bitches gon' get to clappin' 
We get the money, the niggas, the glory, the figures
We winnin' don't care what they say
Steppin' on everybody face at the end of the day
Everybody know not to play

'Cause if they play we act up
One wrong move get act up 
Don't get close, bitch, back up
Can't be broke, that bad luck
Put shit on you, ba-ba
One wrong move, then bye-bye 
Make these bullets go fah-fah 
Rock that baby, ga-ga
Look, throw it
If they play we act up
One wrong move get act up 
Don't get close, bitch, back up
Can't be broke, that bad luck
Put shit on you, ba-ba
One wrong move, then bye-bye 
Make these bullets go fah-fah 
Rock that baby, ga-ga

I got this drank in my hand, might throw it at a bitch if she look at me funny

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