omo ft. Jwasabi Lyrics

Tell that hoe I ain't paying for your nails

Ain't nobody help me or put me on

Gotta do it by yourself, gotta go and take a chance

They claiming they shoot, what the fuck your percentage?

I ain't hop in my bag in a minute

I keep it P, I don't get mad about bitches

I hit his hoe then I left that hoe bent

That ain't your whip, nigga you rent

I ain't sign no deal, but I'm up next

I smoke on kill, you smoking on fent

I been on top of my shit

Nigga you gotta admit it

Feel like I hit the lottery bitch, so ima hit it and quit it

Comme des garçons on my shirt

I had to mow the lawn, saw snakes in the dirt

I ain't mean to lead you on, my bad I'm a flirt

I was down bad and I hurt

We on some shit that you ain't seen before

I'm lit up in my city that for sure

That nigga penny pinching on the low

I had to go get that bag on my own

Yeah

I tell a bitch leave me alone

Don't care about your problems, stop hitting my phone

Smoking on kill, smoking on strong

I'm in my bag, I'm in my zone

Hop in the whip and I'm motherfucking gone

Told her don't play with me

If your gonna do it just do it

How is she talking that shit, but when I post, she be the first one to view it

I might just lose it

Ya feel like lil uzi

Ya gripping that toolie

Ya I'm finna shoot it

Ya she wanna ride in the spaceship, look at the stars she saying oouu

Ya we just popped a tab, bout 20 minutes we'll be on the moon

Tell that hoe I ain't paying for your nails

Ain't nobody help me or put me on

Gotta do it by yourself, gotta go and take a chance

They claiming they shoot, what the fuck your percentage?

I ain't hop in my bag in a minute

I keep it P, I don't get mad about bitches

Tell that hoe I ain't paying for your nails

Ain't nobody help me or put me on

Gotta do it by yourself, gotta go and take a chance

They claiming they shoot, what the fuck your percentage?

I ain't hop in my bag in a minute

I keep it P, I don't get mad about bitches

I hit his hoe then I left that hoe bent

That ain't your whip, nigga you rent

I ain't sign no deal, but I'm up next

I smoke on kill, you smoking on fent

I been on top of my shit

Nigga you gotta admit it

Feel like I hit the lottery bitch, so ima hit it and quit it

Comme des garçons on my shirt

I had to mow the lawn, saw snakes in the dirt

I ain't mean to lead you on, my bad I'm a flirt

I was down bad and I hurt

We on some shit that you ain't seen before

I'm lit up in my city that for sure

That nigga penny pinching on the low

I had to go get that bag on my own