Omaha (feat. Rosey & Big Kyle)
Peyton Manning, Bish I'm calling omaha
See me move they like oh my gawd
While they distracted all there stuff I Rob
I'ma spark and match, but I do not job
I can't chill with dem boys cause they are slobs
Trying their hardest to fit with the crowd
Oooo oooo ohh look at me now
Milking the beats like they are cow
Comic bit, hit, it goes pow
That girl wanted to fucking plow
But she got no shovel
Bitch you know I'm in my bubble
And I'm smoking on my crumble
Hit stick them and they rumble
Bodies I'm catching a bundle
I'm like Bo thru the tunnel
Steady hands bitch I don't need a funnel
I be calling the shots just not in the huddle
Tell me how the fuck could I struggle
Warning warning you ain't dealing with a muggle
Lil advantage the drugs got me fuzzed
But I won't let the world get me muzzled
Sip on my juice, but ya girl guzzled
Peyton manning, bish I'm calling omaha
See me move they like oh my gawd
While they distracted all there stuff I Rob
I'ma spark and match, but I do not job
I can't chill with dem boys cause they are slobs
Trying their hardest to fit with the crowd
I'm ballin running up the cash
Gotta hit the dash
My awareness on max
Tryna think clear but everything irrash
Watch your stash anything game here
Don't know why you came here
You know it ain't fair
Life's there but livings' rare
I don't care
I'mma tear your heart from your chest
Ain't use to stress pressure has you wrecked
Say less do more
Aiming for a new Patek
My weed it wreaks
I'm green no need for deeds
Bad or good I'm better off alone
Maybe letting off is wrong
Getting off on my song
Setting off for a long drive
Slant then hit 'em with my arm tied
I'm alright I'll hold mine if time came
I'm running my game my aim high
But hit slime it's dimes that you Gotta add up stack up sack up
You need to rack up
Yeah you gotta do your max yuh
Peyton Manning
Bitch I'm calling omaha
Bitch I'm scanning
For a way to open your bra
Try to ban me
I say nah
I'm just jamming
Making a song
With my boys
Can't do no wrong
Band together
We are strong
All together where we belong
The grind, we'll not prolong
Growing tall like I'm King Kong
The trees are talking
Like it's Vietnam
Stephen hawking
He is gone
But with bars like this
He'll rise from his grave
And song along
Peyton Manning, Bish I'm calling omaha
See me move they like oh my gawd
While they distracted all there stuff I Rob
I'ma spark and match, but I do not job
I can't chill with dem boys cause they are slobs
Trying their hardest to fit with the crowd
Oooo oooo ohh look at me now
Milking the beats like they are cow
Comic bit, hit, it goes pow
That girl wanted to fucking plow
But she got no shovel
Bitch you know I'm in my bubble
And I'm smoking on my crumble
Hit stick them and they rumble
Bodies I'm catching a bundle
I'm like Bo thru the tunnel
Steady hands bitch I don't need a funnel
I be calling the shots just not in the huddle
Tell me how the fuck could I struggle
Warning warning you ain't dealing with a muggle
Lil advantage the drugs got me fuzzed
But I won't let the world get me muzzled
Sip on my juice, but ya girl guzzled
Peyton manning, bish I'm calling omaha
See me move they like oh my gawd
While they distracted all there stuff I Rob
I'ma spark and match, but I do not job
I can't chill with dem boys cause they are slobs
Trying their hardest to fit with the crowd
I'm ballin running up the cash
Gotta hit the dash
My awareness on max
Tryna think clear but everything irrash
Watch your stash anything game here
Don't know why you came here
You know it ain't fair
Life's there but livings' rare
I don't care
I'mma tear your heart from your chest
Ain't use to stress pressure has you wrecked
Say less do more
Aiming for a new Patek
My weed it wreaks
I'm green no need for deeds
Bad or good I'm better off alone
Maybe letting off is wrong
Getting off on my song
Setting off for a long drive
Slant then hit 'em with my arm tied
I'm alright I'll hold mine if time came
I'm running my game my aim high
But hit slime it's dimes that you Gotta add up stack up sack up
You need to rack up
Yeah you gotta do your max yuh
Peyton Manning
Bitch I'm calling omaha
Bitch I'm scanning
For a way to open your bra
Try to ban me
I say nah
I'm just jamming
Making a song
With my boys
Can't do no wrong
Band together
We are strong
All together where we belong
The grind, we'll not prolong
Growing tall like I'm King Kong
The trees are talking
Like it's Vietnam
Stephen hawking
He is gone
But with bars like this
He'll rise from his grave
And song along
Peyton Manning, Bish I'm calling omaha
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Writer(s): Jacob Timko
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