ONOMATOPOEIA ft. sykrep & Sicko! Lyrics

(Woa,woa,woa,woa,woa,woa,woa,woa)

Drac' kick back, made me go woa there

I'm at the spot, we got yo hoe there

We posted outside your crib, you cant go there

Clutching a sig nigga you gon get smoked there

Press on the gas and we leaving some smoke there

Pull out the lot, tear up the streets

You in a Kia, I'm in a beast

Onomatopoeia, my tires screech

(Aye)walk down gang get active

Bad bitch fuckin' on me I'm attractive

Said that I love her, I lied I retract it

500 dollars, I spent on a jacket

These niggas stealing the swag, tryna jack it

Stacking up cash, I need more I'm an addict

Sicko A.I., I'm the one, fuck a practice

I'm not Youngboy, I won't get blackballed

Pussy on facetime, she tryna catcall

Nigga talk down then we knocking his ass off

Just like Future, fuck it, mask off

I'll crash out like a car on asphalt, blast off

Nigga shipping the packs off

All of my bitches be hardheaded but they ass soft

He tried to run, shotgun shot his back off

I take it back, walk up on him, he faced

Last thing he seen was the mask, I'm tweaking off drugs and a pill

I think that I'm laced

You do it all for your hood and they still slime a young nigga out

Man that shit just a waste

All of your music is ass, you washed now

Go get a mop now, boy you replaced

She got her french tips on, she tryna grab on my weewee (what?)

I fuck a nigga BM and I tell her, I'm tryna get up with your BD

Tell that lil' boy to come see me I got a choppa, it's going both ways like it's CC

They box a young nigga in, now he shutting down

We treating that boy like a PC

No nigga, we is not human

It's getting hot in the V, know the lil' bitch humid

Life don't feel so real like Truman

I heard you snitched on the gang, is it true man?

Walk out the Gucci store, feel like a new man

Broke nigga rocking that full-body booman

Silence the Glock it go doo-doo-doo-doo man

Long mouth bitch, give me beak like a toucan

Freezing my neck up, I'm catching the flu man

(Aye)My neck worth a G wagon with no miles on it, With the fat ass tires on it

Boy I be pushing that metal, foot on the pedal

Real street racer, I need me a medal

Seven-six popping like corn in a kettle

Fed ass nigga, you Tony Beretta

(Hm,Aye) put switch on Beretta

(Hm,Aye) I'm capping my ass off

Ain't drop some shit in a year, so I'm rapping my ass off

We don't leave witnesses, taking the mask off

He think he rich and shit, let's have a cash off

We blowing up like a rocket, bitch, blast off

Y'all fuckers suck and y'all music is trash

We hit that boy in his neck and he choked on his blood like a bad cough

I hit they block, seen an opp, leave him dead on the scene

They cannot see him like Stevie I put that boy on the TV, cause he speaking wrong on the team Give me a crown like a king

My wife a baddie, so you know I'm calling her queen

Stop it, she blowing a young nigga clean

Changing her name on my phone, Listerine

And when I go to sleep, I see her in my dreams

You niggas not dripping, y'all rocking Supreme

I did a motherfucking ring and that nigga had died, we turned him to a meme

Drac' kick back (kick), made me go woa there (woa)

I'm at the spot (spot), we got yo hoe there (hoe)

We posted outside your crib (aye, uh), you bet not go there (go)

Clutching a sig nigga, John Wick, you gon get smoked there (smoke)

Press on the gas my nigga, we leaving some smoke there

Pull out the lot (aye, uh), tear up the streets

You in a Kia lil nigga, I'm in a beast

Onomatopoeia nigga, my tires screech

(You're not a real villain)