Omelly - OOOUUU (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Takbar] p**y You's a b**h a** n***a, n***a Never did nothing in your f**ing life What's your resume, you's a male stripper n***a None of the real n***as in Cali f** with you n***a You know I'm plugged in and you know who this is talking p**y You always showed me the utmost respect n***a You's a b**h n***a Never did nothing in your life how dare you play with n***as like us What the f** is your resume? [Verse 1: Omelly] Its Osama Twin Llamas and I'ma f** around Why you worried about Meek? Sit your gay a** down Actin' like you that n***a when you a f**in' clown You wanna rumble? I got the 30 on me right now Swing a punch, bop, bop, you goin' right down Barkin' up the wrong tree, it's time to bite now Ain't no more coppin' pleas, it's on sight now Trigger finger itchin', f** the wait, strike now [Break: Takbar] n***a, you was a stripper, n***a You copped a plea in every beef you been in n***a You can't be f**in' serious You bumped your f**in' head, you joke n***a you's a fu-, I can't believe this n***a, man That'll push up like this [Verse 2: Omelly] Murder, murder, murder that be the case Man this n***a outta pocket, man he softer than Drake Drum on my lap, I'm strapped when I hop out the Wraith Swing a punch on cuz, I knock a chunk out your face Had a gla** pot Pyrex, cookin' the flour You had a thong up you a**, male hooker for dollars I got enough clips, b**h, we can shoot up for hours Get it jumpin', hit the switch like a '64 Impala Clip fully auto whole strip'll get showered [Break: Beanie Sigel, (Omelly) & Meek Mill] One phone call I'm in LA in three hours The bully, please don't bring me out of retirement Aye Mac chill let me do my thing I got him Ooouuu, ooouuu Ooouuu (You was a stripper) Philly sh** (n***a you trippin' You was a stripper) B Mac in the building, Omelly in the building Deuce in the building DC in the building, Yay in the building [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I can never lose, chess or checkers make a move Drippin' in them j**els like I just got out the pool Skinny n***a sittin' on that money like the j**s Only time we make it to the TV if it's the news We was tryna make it out them trenches, you dig? Young n***as trappin' out them benches, you dig? You gon' be a felon or a witness, you dig? All this money, murderin' is senseless, it is f** 'em and tell 'em if I ain't gon' feed 'em All this money I'm gettin', prolly ain't gon' need 'em n***as said that we beefin', prolly ain't gon' see 'em I'm just pushin' them bu*tons on 'em and they gon' leave him Durk checked you, Thug sonned you (what else?) Fif dropped you (what else?), Mac oned you (what else?) Strippers turned rappers look what we come to You a f*ggot, my lady'll never f** you G-A-M-E, please don't tempt me Four pound with the lemon squeeze like simply Ridin' dirty sippin' on the eighth like Pimp C Land at the Clearport, truck my Bentley Comin' down Sunset, I'm not done yet I've been to Bompton, you don't run that Shout out to YG, where my bloods at? Call my eses, where them guns at? I'm with them 40 n***as, I'm never with 40 n***as Promo your album they got you making up stories, n***a Stripper to rapper, rapper to stripper you corny, n***a A s**a [Break: Meek Mill] That's what you do to sell you album You only gon' sell like 15 thousand the first week I put a mil' on it DC4 on the way Heh, y'all n***as is crazy talk to the D's I got lawyer money [Verse 4: Meek Mill] You was signed to a rat, you a mouse n***a I'm sittin' on that money like a couch, n***a Make me crumble you cookie, you Girl Scout n***a Make me move to Calaba**as, buy a house, n***a Calaba**as, Mac 10 the masks Waiting on that red Bentley just to fly past us Hollow tips ripple through the window, shatter gla**es Mac just landed at the port he want some action Catch you at the drive-through, hit 'em and wax 'em Desert eagle Sigel hit your body, slide you backwards Make a n***a moonwalk, talkin' Michael Jackson I don't let my goons talk, they be only clappin' Menace to society, got guns by varieties Teardrops on your face, you ain't got no bodies Son you like you Ray Ray, n***a you ain't Bobby Treat you like you Day Day, Deebo on a Friday, p**y Somebody touch me then somebody die Beat the body, throw a party like its Mardi Gras I'm from Philly, n***a, all we know is homicide Throwing millis tryna make a n***a momma cry Brace yourself double barrel pipe Do him like Caine's cousin Harold at the light Weigh like 170, n***a, I don't fight Do it with the guns or we can do it with the knife Do this sh** for fun, we could do this sh** tonight Cause we was never cool, n***a, you was just 'aight New Jack City me and Chino on the bike I'm sittin' back with the uzi that's your life I'm gone [Outro: Takbar] p**y This ain't about East or West neither n***a Its about n***as and b**hes, power and money Riders and punks n***a you been a b**h n***a You don't do nothing that we do n***a You don't get down like we do We applying pressure on you b**h a** n***a You know what I'm saying n***as already know man Tak, Bossilini, a underboss