Omerta Lyrics

[?] made it, bitch

My lil' nigga turned into a rat, so it's fuck what we was
You niggas gon' keep it hundred, we tellin' lies to the judge
Car hoppin', we servin' junkies
Come through slow, we shootin' it up
We got thirty sticks up in this GMC (Brr, brr)
Shots out a movin' truck
I just poured a trey up in a Fanta, I like half up
Fuckin' groupie bitches chasin' clout, they tryna ride my buzz
Who the fuck is buddy 'nem? Them lil' niggas ain't comin' with us
1017 so icey, so I'ma get down, don't come run with us

Extortion, that's what keep the pay trappin' hard just to make a way
Two bodies, one thirty K (Brr)
Burnin' car, ain't no switchin' play
Them straight A's how we get away
Do the dash, watch me shake the jakes
Bad bitches, expensive taste
All my hoes got a hundred K, but better
Ho talkin' me 'bout she gon' post me on Monday, I just might let her
Gucci came got the certified, he knew I was a stepper (Brr)
Niggas thinkin' shit cool
I'm here with this chop' and watch me melt 'em
And we might cash out with the plug and dumb a bag before we met 'em

My lil' nigga turned into a rat, so it's fuck what we was (Ayy)
You niggas gon' keep it hundred, we tellin' lies to the judge (Ayy, ayy)
Car hoppin', we servin' junkies
Come through slow, we shootin' it up
We got thirty sticks up in this GMC (Brr, brr)
Shots out a movin' truck
I just poured a trey up in a Fanta, I like half up
Fuckin' groupie bitches chasin' clout, they tryna ride my buzz
Who the fuck is buddy 'nem? Them lil' niggas ain't comin' with us
1017 so icey, so I'ma get down, don't come run with us (Brr)