ØMG! ft. Guapø Lyrics

(Guap- Guawap)

(Guap- Guawap)

SBM, SBM shit, twinø shit

Guapø said he want to get rich of this shit (Rich)

Yea- yeah, yeah (Bah, bah, bah)

SBM shit that's a whole lot of green

I don't think you really know what that mean

We tote them glocks yeah them ones with them beams

Deleted that boy now we clear out the scene

We kilt that boy send him up in the streets

Man I'm tired of niggas not fucking with me

Don't fuck with jay he gone leave you deceased

Ima buy out a bitch bring that cutter to me on God

Ima go post in that eight

No can't go out no way

Just know I'm clutching my rod

I had won' pop a nigga today

But I broke out the bank

Stuff all that shit in them cards

Niggas want to be me but they can't

But them bitches be fake

Wasn't as real as you thought

And them diamonds be wet as a lake

And them bitches they faint

Screaming like oh my God

Like oh my God yeah oh my God (Oh my God)

Mmm (Say we been had them racks)

Please watch your broad yeah watch your broad (Watch your broad)

(I had brought out the bank tell me what do you think)

(Yeah what have you thought)

(Was moving that dope when I was right by the sink)

(Yeah put that on my mom)

Pacø that's my brother

Guapø that's my brother

Flackø that's my brother

Twinø like no other

If it come down to it, we gone slang with cutters

I'm the one send all them hittas pop your bubble (Bah)

We done came from struggle

We done came from nothing

We had came from under

Trying to make it something

Fuck all these niggas and fuck all they assumptions

Better bag back before this chopper get to bussing

No-no, we do no running (bah, bah, bah)

We steady gunning

Bitch we had slumped him

(We had slumped him huh, bah, bah, bah, boom)

SBM shit that's a whole lot of green

I don't think you really know what that mean

We tote them glocks yeah them ones with them beams

Deleted that boy now we clear out the scene

We kilt that boy send him up in the streets

Man I'm tired of niggas not fucking with me

Don't fuck with jay he gone leave you deceased

Ima buy out a bitch bring that cutter to me on God

Ima go post in that eight

No can't go out no way

Just know I'm clutching my rod

I had won' pop a nigga today

But I broke out the bank

Stuff all that shit in them cards

Niggas want to be me but they can't

But them bitches be fake

Wasn't as real as you thought

And them diamonds be wet as a lake

And them bitches they faint

Screaming like oh my God

SBM, SBM, straight to the business

We get that sack I don't care how you get it

Don't talk to you and it been a 'lil minute

All of the sudden won' see how I'm living

For all that they care I could have me five children

But they just want to talk cause I been chasing millions

Hell naw 'lil bitch, you can't have not one penny

Stack that shit up its gone add bout a trillion

Poured a deuce in my cup I'm on top of the buildings

Sit in front of this mic and I get me this feeling

And I get me this feeling I'm one in a billion

So they fuck with you jay then you destined to kill em

Cause if I was destined how then would you kill me

Exactly my nigga I do all the killing

Them 7.62's from that drac its gone fill em (Bah, bah, bah)

Ima take me a nigga

SBM shit that's a whole lot of green

I don't think you really know what that mean

We tote them glocks yeah them ones with them beams

Deleted that boy now we clear out the scene

We kilt that boy send him up in the streets

Man I'm tired of niggas not fucking with me

Don't fuck with jay he gone leave you deceased

Ima buy out a bitch bring that cutter to me on God

Ima go post in that eight

No can't go out no way

Just know I'm clutching my rod

I had won' pop a nigga today

But I broke out the bank

Stuff all that shit in them cards

Niggas want to be me but they can't

But them bitches be fake

Wasn't as real as you thought

And them diamonds be wet as a lake

And them bitches they faint

Screaming like oh my God