Frat - OOOOOOOOO (Nine O's) (feat. J Rambo) lyrics

[Intro: Frat] I'm a fly mother- from the 90's era Frat I got the homie J. Rambo Yeah, but since I'm the first here Shout out to my birth year n***a Ugh, ugh [Verse 1: Frat] One time for my OG's, they real trill and they grimy Two times for my women in their 20's they be holding it down for the 90's Lord knows your try me ,its django if you try it That's off the chain but on the the train if you on track for trying And its all tracks in my diet. If I'm on the beat, then I'ma own the beat Them I'ma (sound of eating) the beat its dying My studio is a dine in I 'den got it down to a science He thinks he hotter than me? Then I'm sighing Cause only three I know. Thats me in a coat And the other two died in the 90's She call me big poppa. we listen to Pac Keep a few big puns on the track Keep a burner in my reach And your b**h up on my lap I keep a chick to keep me warm and a gun for a lesson Grown folks be emotional, be the first to blow If he a man he'll go with his hands You keep acting a p**y, I'll keep protection Thats advice from my mom. I call that s** ed I keep up with a mic in my palm Just to keep me from losing my head Cause you don't want this. Nah, You don't want no messes You know my generation wreckless I rep this The [Hook] 9 Ooooohs, 9 Ohs, 9 Ohs, 9 Ohs All my homies coming from the 9 Ooooohs, 9 Ohs, 9 Ohs, 9 Ohs I be pulling honeys from the 9 Ooooohs, 9 Ohs, 9 Ohs, 9 Ohs Tell me what you gonna do for a young dude out of '92 [Verse 2: J. Rambo] Bring me a O.E. and a big booty b**h A.S.A.P. n***a 92'...95' n***a Look Nine-teen, you ain't seen what I seen By twenty-three I'm trying to live my dream. Weed mixed with lean (ugh) Its only in my lane where you put in nine teens s**ers be chasing p**y. Me, I'm all about the cream Creaming. I be clean from my head to my toes Player man, working hoes from the bed to the floor If she ain't coming with the head its a no I get the head before I go Shove that leg in her throat And she go to begging me for more Mamma's blessing. I'ma be rich soon We smashing out in cars and houses I never had my own room I'm just a young n***a with the mind of a O.G Laid back blowing O.G While your ho blow me I took a trip to B.R. blowing big blunts like a O.G My mind had been on money. I picked that sh** up from my O.G 90's baby bustin' you don't wanna see me slow creep (Bow) End of that discussion. Boy, I'm thuggin'. n***as know me [Hook] 9 Ooooohs, 9 Ohs, 9 Ohs, 9 Ohs All my homies coming from the 9 Ooooohs, 9 Ohs, 9 Ohs, 9 Ohs I be pulling honeys from the 9 Ooooohs, 9 Ohs, 9 Ohs, 9 Ohs Tell me what you gonna do for a young dude out of '92 [Outro] I'm a fly mother- from the 90's era I'm a fly mother- from the 90's era I'm a fly mother- from the 90's era And you can try mother--, but you can't embarra** I'm a fly mother- from the 90's era I'm a fly mother- from the 90's era I'm a fly mother- from the 90's era You can try. Who gone do it better? 9 oh's