Oddly Godly (feat. Punchline Casino & Mali Mercury)

Omerta!
Aye!!
Ay ay ay ay
Tag it like that...
Ay ay ay

Niggas stupid
Dey a test u
Dey pussy
Dey dont know no mf betta
Keep it simple
I was sippin a Sipply
No bitch it aint dirty
Im Oddly Godly
Slight confession
I'mma jih like important nigga
Dey compare me to Jordan Nigga...
Hatin niggas neva come up
Dey beggin foreva
My nigga
You bummy-bummy
Linda listen to me
Why tf u keep talkin & shit
Bitch u blowin my high bye
Dey used to pay me
To whoop on niggas dat be owing dem mula
Aint need a toola
I can get real mf surgical mate
Fox 5
I was like
Dey aint ENO
I snuck in da place
Look at da frog eyes

Looters...
My niggas boot up
Enticing shootas
I cant play
Igotta do ya-do ya
If it come back
I didnt do it
Niggas hoola hoopin
Dats a fucked up conclusion
My nigga...
So imma just mark a nigga
Off da list of bodies
Shit im lunchin
Dont tell nobody
Dis a mf oath
You can be da body
Nigga...
Purge...
Brace all his homies
Den splurge
Gang
He keep a leave me tf alone
I be koolin
Dis aint wat u really want
Nigga im not wit dat
Talkin it out
Imma run in ya house
Wit dat who da shoota
Had to cut a couple niggas
Like slice slice
Bitch i keep me a knife knife
You can be wit a nigga
Or against me
You betta be bout it-bout it
Its shit I be wanting to say
In da booth
But I cant
We dont need Indictments
Shit be tragic
For da one dat be talkin
My nigga
You better move in silence
Before Gang-Gang
Do the pull up in Bruce Wayne
Bullets mimicking Usain
Give a nigga Crip blues
Made a nigga have a bad day
Far from a crip fool
But my niggas
Dey H-X-X-Peace Fingers
I keep A shoota wit me
And his shoota keep a shoota
Dat shit be mob tied
If I tell it
I know da sentence
Imma die Alone!!!

I got dat as I am style
Want them to hear every word
Turn da amp down
I get em amp now
Fuck around hit Amp now
Niggas walk around
Like they stamped now
Till da block get wet up
Niggas get damped down
Planned out an executed
WorkAtHisBest
Da best to do
Wheelchaired
Dumbing it down
Feeling extra stupid
But I'm playin chess
Mastered in my movements
The ruins
I grew in
Got ruined
Fuck is y'all niggas doin
Fuck y'all
Niggas do em
Caught em at the bus stop
Ran up on em
Put the clip in his man
Smack em out with the buttstock
Wit the movements I bust docks
We getting loafs
By the loads
Neva loaf on
Da Road
A lil swerve
Had it outta control...
Get da flowing like a faucet
If I force it
They forfeit
Get em spint
Make em nauseous
Take da trip
Or ya door kicked

Nigga i know where u stay Where u sleeping at
U high of cocaine
And I know u wacked
Since u liked to go
Think with u dick
I go send u a bitch
To fuck u and get u wacked Credit cards is my best friend
I get information
Know u best friend
Then pull up on g8
Nigga ding ding
Kill ur best friend
Igot suicide Muslim
Out the moss
Spray a club up
Save the last dance
Then hid back
To there secret Moss
While u holy cross
To the ambulance
I don't like murder talk
Jumping off porch
Only make u somersault
Then get assaulted
With that assault
So dont add salt
We dont like to talk
U gotta feed niggaz
To succeed nigga
Plant a seed nigga
Watch it grow bigger
Don't you think
Michael Jordan
Did it all by itself
Scotty
Brought the ring quicker
Like my man said
No indictment on the track
Yeah I feel that Nigga
I would never Master splinter
Another words
Stuart Little Nigga

Niggas stupid
Dey a test u
Dey pussy
Dey dont know no mf betta
Keep it simple
I was sippin a Sipply
No bitch it aint dirty
Im Oddly Godly
Slight confession
I'mma jih like important nigga
Dey compare me to Jordan nigga
Hatin niggas neva come up
Dey beggin foreva
My nigga
You bummy-bummy
Linda listen to me
Why tf u keep talkin & shit
Bitch u blowin my high bye
Dey used to pay me
To whoop on niggas dat be owing dem mula
Aint need a toola
I can get real mf surgical mate
Fox 5
I was like
Dey aint ENO
I snuck in da place
Look at da frog eyes



Credits
Writer(s): Jamelle Stewart
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