Top Songs By OMB Bloodbath
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
OMB Bloodbath
Performer
Maxo Kream
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexandra Nicks
Composer
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Composer
Za'won Handy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BBY KODIE
Producer
Guaddus King
Mixing Engineer
Joey Galvan
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
GMK
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Four door Chevy stolo was a droptop
Slide to Moe City, scoop a ho, she a snot thot
Pigeon toed, yellow bone ho in a crop top
Pick and roll, scoot up with the pole on the opp block
Like a dump shooting thirty clip, it's a dropout
Hit 'em in his leg, in his back with the fire-fire, ****
I'm the plug and connect like wifi
[Verse 2]
Lot of **** pussy so the **** got nine lives
Knowing when we shooting, bitch, we scooting, no drive-bys
She gave me the side eye, now she call me Dada
I've been getting money since a **** rockin' Dada
Just turned the beat on and I turned the heat on
The name ain't Kelly, but a lot of **** peon
Checking out the bag 'cause the gas looking neon
Bitch got that ass, I ain't passing, I'ma beat on
[Verse 3]
Your boyfriend a simp, he a motherfucking peon
Broke him for the bitch, now the ho get peed on
Intercept the brick, Randy Moss with the Deion
Take my chain off, it defrost with the Freon
[Verse 4]
Ay, heard **** say he having bricks, shit, we need it, send a bitch
He a trick, tryna see where he be at
I been getting funds in the slums where we be at
With a big old bag going dumb on a bitch
[Verse 5]
How he gon' act like he be in the trap
Strapped up with the Gat? Fuck, ****, be real
Same **** got taxed on a whole K pack
Trying to get his cash back 'cause the pills wasn't real
[Verse 6]
**** do that cappin' like he really make it happen
When it come down to that action, man, he ain't on shit
Better be lucky that I'm rappin' 'cause if that ain't never happen
**** still be out here jacking, trying to take your shit
[Verse 7]
You just do the math, got tools in the stash
**** doing arts and crafts, tryna paint your shit
Got cutters for these sucker ****, ain't on this
And I come from the gutter, finna bang on this
K looking like a flag, how it hang those clips
Thot tryna give me top, want the brains, that's it
[Verse 8]
Shooting opps with the mop stick, blood got the snub
Every time somebody dies, they always asking where we was
I was youngin Big Moe, I was sipping Pimp C
Smoking trill O.G., gas bag, Bun B
No Limit trap house, Percy Miller like P
I'm a real deal killer, do a murder like C
Lil Yachty, QC, wholesale with the P
Bust a AP down like four QP's
Quarterback in the A, Coach K with the play
Split it three ways, take Offset, Quay
[Verse 9]
We don't love these hoes, we just want that roll
Get that dough
I've been sipping long, now I'm feelin' slow
Feelin' throwed
I'm all kind of throwed, you know how that go
I don't know
Not like dominos, pass her to my bro
Vamanos
[Verse 10]
Four door Chevy stolo was a droptop
Slide to Moe City, scoop a ho, she a snot thot
Pigeon toed, yellow bone ho in a crop top
Pick and roll, scoot up with the pole on the opp block
Like a dump shooting thirty clip, it's a dropout
Hit 'em in his leg, in his back with the fire-fire, ****
I'm the plug and connect like wifi
[Verse 11]
Lot of **** pussy so the **** got nine lives
Knowing when we shooting, bitch, we scooting, no drive-bys
She gave me the side eye, now she call me Dada
I've been getting money since a **** rockin' Dada
Just turned the beat on and I turned the heat on
The name ain't Kelly, but a lot of **** peon
Checking out the bag 'cause the gas looking neon
Bitch got that ass, I ain't passing, I'ma beat on
[Verse 12]
Get that dough
Written by: Alexandra Nicks, Emekwanem Biosah Jr., Za'won Handy, Zawon Quntin Handy