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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
UnoTheActivist
UnoTheActivist
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Troy Lane
Troy Lane
Lyrics

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ya yeah
(Omega)
Yeah (Omega)
Yeah ya ya ya yeah (Omega)
Omega Music Worldwide
Say hello to my lil’ friend.
(Hello)
I just might pop out on opps,
In Double R stick you can’t see through the tint.
I just might pop out on top, pop off that top & I pay for her rent.
I just might pop at a cop, Balenci too big I can’t hop over fence.
Please make it make sense.
.45 Colt ain’t talking no trench.
You gotta learn to take risk.
A snake ain’t learn how to hiss, I dropped my nuts I been knew how to piss. A pot I work out da wrist
I beat the pot work on my wrist ( phew phew phew phew phew phew ) The bullet don’t miss.
(Yeah)’
( phew phew phew phew phew phew )
Bullet don’t miss.
I do my lil dance when I hit.
Rick Owens my kick & I flip. (Okay, Yeahh)
They know the game over Lil’ Flip. (Yeah)
Pull up Black & lil Hec. (Okay, yeah)
I got some Raf on neck. (Yeahh)
I just took me a lil X. (Yeah)
I place in her booty a X, you know what is next she wanna have sex.
This is not checkers its chess. Say it with your chest or you will be Hexed.
I come with a double breast, If I get arrested I will not confess.
I teach a bih how to dress, now she get a check for looking impressive.
Yeah, know what i’m sayin
Tell her to put that shit on now she
Putting that shit on
(Runway) I need 10% tho baby
(Vogue)
(Yeah yeah )
Say hello to my lil’ friend.
(Hello)
I just might pop out on opps,
In Double R stick you can’t see through the tint.
I just might pop out on top, pop off that top & I pay for her rent.
I just might pop at a cop, Balenci too big I can’t hop over fence.
Please make it make sense.
.45 Colt ain’t talking no trench.
You gotta learn to take risk.
A snake ain’t learn how to hiss, I dropped my nuts I been knew how to piss. A pot I work out da wrist
I beat the pot work on my wrist ( phew phew phew phew phew phew ) The bullet don’t miss.
(Yeah)’
( phew phew phew phew phew phew )
Bullet don’t miss.
I do my lil dance when I hit.
Rick Owens my kick & I flip. (Okay, Yeahh)
They know the game over Lil’ Flip. (Yeah)
Pull up Black & lil Hec. (Okay, yeah)
I got some Raf on neck. (Yeahh)
I just took me a lil X. (Yeah)
Written by: Devin Hall, Raymond Herring, Troy Lane
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