Omb

Yeah
Coming through yeah
I'm about to put in rotation

I need a bad bad Bitch
I need to go on baecation

Whole crew getting money now
We don't speak the same language

Around the corner they be hating
We bushing shots if they say shit

Oh my bad
Watch my bag
It getting bigger
The more they hate

Oh my bad
Why you mad
Counting my pockets
Bitch fix your face

Oh my bad
This not swag
You can't afford this
Shit anyways

If you broke don't come around me
If you broke don't come around yeah

These presidents talking to
Me
Lately this all that I see
Floor seats, and big suits
Came from the bottom
We working hard
We deserve all these things

Never gave in
And never gave up
All of my hittas is Kings

All of my hittas
Is
Hey Watch it
I ain't killer
Just try me
I gotta shooters
Right beside me
Pray to God
Not today
Yeah
Pray to God they don't try me

Little man tryna size me
Who?
That owl on your shoulder
Cause there's is nobody
Behind me

Yeah

Nowadays they just flex
They just some bitches
But times 3

They rather shoot then just fight me
I can't not trust them
They grimy

10 To 10
Then 10 again
I'm
Getting back to my grinding

Polish my shoes
They Need shining

My pockets got ghost like the shinning

Yeah
Coming through yeah
I'm about to put in rotation

I need a bad bad Bitch
I need to go on baecation

Whole crew getting money now
We don't speak the same language

Around the corner they be hating
We bushing shots if they say shit

Oh my bad
Watch my bag
It getting bigger
The more they hate

Oh my bad
Why you mad
Counting my pockets
Bitch fix your face

Oh my bad
This not swag
You can't afford this
Shit anyways

If you broke don't come around me
If you broke don't come around yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Sergio Serrano
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