OMGD ft. Murda Blanxo Lyrics

It's Young Vets, nigga

Oh man goddamn

All this money in my hands

Shorty bustin' for them bands, watch me pull up in the lam

You niggas know that I'm the man

Oh man goddamn

Oh man goddamn

All this money in my hands

Shorty bustin' for them bands, watch me pull up in the lam

You niggas know that I'm the man

Oh man goddamn

Oh man goddamn

And you know I'm on my hot shit

I got a chopper for any nigga that pop shit

Y'all niggas actin', y'all really just need to stop this

I'm always out on the strip, stay on my block shit

Know I'm a player, I'm flexin' up on you haters

Want all my niggas, to make it we steady chasin' this paper

We smokin' up all them vapors, man, all you niggas is fakin

But this 40, you leave him blazin'

He's leakin' up out his face, and the alley is where he layin'

These niggas is actin' up, but they know that my team ain't playin'

Man, listen to what I'm sayin'

Have you bitch niggas layin' with rugers up at your head

I'll leave you right where you're standin'

Feelin' up on your mistress

Put it right in her clitoris

I peep you niggas talkin', but all you niggas is bitches

I'm chasin' bread and the riches

Doin' the money dance

Peep me in them foreigns all you hear is

Oh man goddamn

All this money in my hands

Shorty bustin for them bands watch me pull up in the lam you niggas know that I'm the man

Oh man goddamn

Oh man goddamn

All this money in my hands

Shorty bustin for them bands watch me pull up in the lam you niggas know that I'm the man

Oh man goddamn

Oh man goddamn

All this money in my hands

Shorty bustin for them bands watch me pull up in the lam you niggas know that I'm the man

You niggas know that I'm the man

Oh man goddamn

Oh man goddamn

All this money in my hands

Shorty bustin for them bands watch me pull up in the lam, you Niggas know that I'm the man

Oh man goddamn

Oh man goddamn

The game is no game when Rappers is getting shot and bang bang

The gang is running around your block

And the reason why I'm hot cuz I practice at it

Give me the crown

Stop letting faggots have it

Click clack and clap the ratchet

Box full of tools

I ain't talking bout a ratchet

Bastard and your bitch

I had to shag it

She gave me her number

She cute

So the kid had to bag it

NB

The place where I S-T-A-Y

My team stay fly

Baking whey pies

My ring got a nugget on that shit like A-I

Can't handle me

Have your body hanging like a canopy

Judge they remanded me

Cause I got charges

And the clique on my strip is crime bosses

Back to the main subject of this rap game

Mama ain't raised no punk

Black Kings

Introduction's no need

As we proceed

Give you what you want

Hitting your bitch from the front

Not 50 but I stunt

Cuz I'm sick and shit

Hopping out with new whips and shit

60 bricks

We spit crack

And we got bars too

I'm beretta happy

I stay with Maggie like Marge do

Trigger happy

I click the Maddie and scar you

If you start plucking my strings like a guitar do

Oh man goddamn

All this money in my hands

Shorty bustin for them bands watch me pull up in the lam you niggas know that I'm the man

Oh man goddamn

Oh man goddamn

All this money in my hands

Shorty bustin for them bands watch me pull up in the lam you niggaz know that I'm the man

Oh man goddamn

Oh man goddamn