Opp Pack (feat. Ruger)
Omerta
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(Gang) My name Omertà this ain't no facade Got a couple guns I bet that I fire Got a couple cars inside my garage Keep me a thirty inside of my thighs If you run up then I bet that you die Grab a backwood then I roll up yo guys (ayee) I got a fetish for chasing my loot I got a skillet I'm cooking the food I cooked a ball then I skipped to the Lou I got a fye that a split you in two Fifty on me hit the side of yo car I don't owe you shit I done paid all my dues (Gang) My name Omertà you know I'm slime Straps in the bed I ain't talking bout a dyke Rat in the feds you ain't never hard to find Took a man from his kids Cause he couldn't do the time CO's on payroll that can't wait to send a kite Got a plate to collect for every name that you write whoaoo (now get paid) slime yo ass out spend yo check at the mall Bought me some V's and you won't catch a flaw Hit yo ass up with the K or the scar I got a blik if I blow imma fall Leave your remains on the floor and the wall Bitch I'm a thug ain't abiding no laws (Ayee) (Gang) If it's a problem just give me a call When I tell her pull up she using her jaws I spend your rent money when I go to malls I don't drink no more so I'm having the withdrawals Smoking stink so you know That these cookies is strong We can link but I promise I'm hitting it raw In the clink for a chopper that shit like my dawg (Aye Aye) in the clink for a chopper that shit like my dawg When I was road running committing a fraud Knock a nigga out like my name was Bernard Popping at your house I don't care bout a charge Chopper by the couch knock you to the garage I got money now I think it's time for a car Catching her fucking off tripped me out ain't got my bag in her bra then I'm showing out F*ck on ya hoe then I sit in it she suck my dick with my hoe then I blow it out I got a bad lil bitch she finna poke it out Pouring up Actavis this got me rolling now It was a accident I'm pulling over now See by the magic trick she think she holding out Catching her fucking off tripped me out ain't got my bag in her bra (Aye Aye) then I'm showing out F*ck on ya hoe and I sit in it she suck my dick with my hoe then I blow it out I got a bad lil bitch she finna poke it out Pouring up Actavis this got me rolling now It was a accident I'm pulling over now See by the magic trick she think she holding out My name Omertà this ain't no facade Got a couple guns I bet that I fire Got a couple cars inside my garage Keep me a thirty inside of my thighs If you run up then I bet that you die Grab a backwood then I roll up yo guys
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