Lyrics:

You actin' hard bitch, mothafucka you can get facelift
You actin' hard bitch, mothafucka you can get facelift
You actin' hard bitch, mothafucka you can get facelift
You actin' hard bitch, mothafucka you can get facelift

I play my cards like it's Yu-Gi-Oh
Mothafucka you is so trash get out the studio
None of your songs gonna get on the radio
Bitch I shoot more than you, pussy get ratio'd

I'm off the Adderall, bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' admiral
You actin' like that you know it all
You is all talk but that's not enough
That's why I got his mother fuckin' girl right in my crib, told her to back it up

This is not the path that I wanted to go down, bitch
Yes I have a dream, to make money and get out this
Pussy get in my way and you'll get six feet down quick
So open up your mouth if you wanna taste these rounds, bitch

Knock, knock, I'm out your motherfuckin' door hoe, repeat what you just said to me fuckboy
Knocked out on the motherfuckin' pavement, he got what he deserved
Now that stupid boy in shock now, he can not fuckin' say shit, that's the way that it should've been
Now he gon' walk 'round, he will never try to play me, there's a lesson from all of this, pick it up

Uh, yeah, um
I need my mother fuckin kudos, I hit that op with a judo
You cannot fight cause you lose those, I'm goin' psycho I'm ludo
We're turnin' him into ashes, cause he won't shut up when he passed us
So his family losin' a grandson

Um, yeah, she asking me for my digits
Now all her friends flockin' me like some pigeons, that was my mission
Pussy boy really offended by all of my songs, motherfucker you should make a petition
You got a condition for bein' so bitch made
Said he really wanna fist fight, so I'm takin' out his life
Should've guessed that it was on sight, it was

Produced By: Mangust
Vocals Mixed By: @Ominvs
Cover Art: @Ominvs

ADDERALL FLOW (PROD. MANGUST)

Lyrics:

Bitch I'm walking out the fucking bank with these bands
You don't gotta know how much, bro just know I got a handful
Handy bandy bands, this shit could fill up a landfill
You can't hop up on my song lil bro I can't stand you
Runnin' runnin' runnin' all these bands is bonanza
Want the damn static, know my man tote a handgun
Fifty cal blick when I zoom, I enhance it
I take the damn shot and get the money, buy a mansion, it's canon

You don't want this action, you'll get dumped nigga, slumped nigga
We don't play fair little bro, you get jumped nigga
Hitting up the plug and I told em, we need blunts nigga
Wrapping up your body in this mother fuckin' runt nigga
You know I'm on the run, so I gotta go
Posted up in Texas I told my girl that I, got a show
Only wanna work with Ominvs cause he a pot of gold
All these people claiming they been used, well you not alone

Yeah, I'm just doing what I damn can
Blood, sweat, and tears in my music every damn day
Been a real nigga since a mothafucka dropped fake
Now they envy me because a mothafucka make bank
Traumatized since a child, that shit was painstake
Way too much money to be making, I cannot take breaks
Step down on the pedal, I guess I'll just meet my damn fate
Fakin' in your fuckin' songs, I'll say that shit to your damn face

Bitch I'm walking out the fucking bank with these bands
You don't gotta know how much, bro just know I got a handful
Handy bandy bands, this shit could fill up a landfill
You can't hop up on my song lil bro I can't stand you
Runnin' runnin' runnin' all these bands is bonanza
Want the damn static, know my man tote a handgun
Fifty cal blick when I zoom, I enhance it
I take the damn shot and get the money, buy a mansion

Produced By: @Ominvs
Vocals Mixed By: @Ominvs
Cover Art: @Ominvs

HANDY BANDY BANDS (PROD. OMINVS)

Lyrics:

Aye, they don't wanna see me win
Thats okay cause i already know that i got them pissed when they see me drip (Drip)
Big chop by my waist lil bitch thats how I live, live
Shove this pistol down your throat until you give in

All of these bullets I'm shooting is 'Krtkl' bitch
Damn I feel like Simbah, way i got my mane up on my back, I'm really him
Got my main right by my side I said lets make a film
Oh my god, for my nut she is a damn simp

I'm dripped out at the cinnabon, with my girl im a law abiding citizen
I don't really wanna have to shoot you, but, this shit is your loss
We had to shoot em, we lit em up
Bullets breaking through your skeleton, they been asking, whats a ligament
Now his body got tossed

Going 90 in the whip, whip, fuck the law dont give a shit
I hit and run and then I dip, I make your blood drip
Bitch I'm up and I'm still seeking guidance from my (Gyadd)
After church I go fuck my girl she said thats the spot

Produced By: @Ominvs
Vocals Mixed By: @Ominvs
Cover Art: @Ominvs

PARTY CHAT FREESTYLE (PROD. OMINVS)

Lyrics:

Aiming for a million, I walk inside the bank, I got handy bands in the building
Once I figured I had a knack for the music, I had to go stop drug dealing
My sister and mother said they had a vision that I made it
I had a feeling, like call it a hunch

Got damn, I love to gamble, bitch you know I'm calling bluffs
Bro, damn that pussy boy is talking way too fucking much
This m9 Beretta, extendo mag in it, I'm putting this pistol up
I think my choppa ovulating, I make this 40 buss

Feel like Ops, man I keep it a hunnid
All your problems nigga, I been above it
Minimal problems, really said fuck it
Life is tough, but I'm reaching the summit
I been up, nigga you better run it
Critical thinking, I already won it
Your soul is sinkin' if you really want it
Send you to hell nigga, make you plummet

Said she he wanna fuck, dick up in her guts
Gave my bitch a leash, turned her to a slut
Fuckin' on my meat, only thing she want
I'ma wife her up, where she think I'll cum
She don't want the plan, she know I'm the one
I've been taking risks, since I was in the mud
I've been working hard, I've been coming up
You act like a tard, better shut it up

Run it back
We been outside tryna get the cash
Know my momma cry once I get the bag
I'm not gonna lie, I might fucking crash, gonna crash

Pipe bomb at your doorstep, I'ma leave it there like door dash
Blow your fuckin' limbs off from the door mat, terrorism on the fucking forecast
Pussy wanted action this is your last, In a group chat talkin' mad cap
On my damn nuts, want it that bad, I made a fat nigga and a whore mad

Like, I could not give less of a fuck, so, please get the fuck off my nuts
You used to be a fucking fan nigga, like there's really nothing to discuss
You live a sad ass life pussy, you, better start to get in touch
Like at least I know that much, those drugs gon' kill you, watch

Death is near so you best keep a scythe
Just know I'm not going out sad pussy boy, I'ma put up a fight
I heard you was depressed, damn, I think I got your ass a little advice
Take that gun and end your life, we don't wanna hear you whine
Hope that you die tonight

Produced By: @ProdByNxtty
Vocals Mixed By: @Ominvs
Cover Art: @Ominvs

PRAY ON YOUR DOWNFALL (PROD. NXTTY)

Lyrics:

Fuck a riot, all my niggas steady causing havoc
Choppa on my fuckin' waist, make sure I always have it
Oh you mad I got the bag, its cause you never had it
He a bitch inside the dm's, don't wan' see what happens

Free carry get your ass blicked up, blicked up
Catch these mother fuckin' bullets to your got damn system
Stop that capping in your songs, we know you got no missiles
You a shit musician, you a pussy, get real

Notice how I'm smoking on these packs, sixty monthly listeners my nigga, you need to relax
Talk about me and my girl while you just picking up the scraps
Pussy go right to the back, cause you gon' need the help in fact
Know you a pussy, that's a stack

You got unfollowed cause I don't trust you
Acting like they made us, oh my god you stupid man, fuck
Acting like you hate me but you still a fan though
Got so much dirt on em, he gon' kick the can bro

I'm on go mode, addy give me false hope
I don't give a fuck, I'm feeling soulful
Oh he talk behind my back, I put him in a chokehold
Then its right back to the music, no olympics but all my niggas gon' go gold

Fuck a riot, all my niggas steady causing havoc
Choppa on my fuckin' waist, make sure I always have it
Oh you mad I got the bag, its cause you never had it
He a bitch inside the dm's, don't wan' see what happens

Free carry get your ass blicked up, blicked up
Catch these mother fuckin' bullets to your got damn system
Stop that capping in your songs, we know you got no missiles
You a shit musician, you a pussy, get real

Produced By: @Ominvs
Vocals Mixed By: @Ominvs
Cover Art: @Ominvs

CAUSE HAVOC (PROD. OMINVS)

Lyrics:

Wow, I got you pressed as a bitch, huh
You live your life acting a phony, you lonely as fuck and that's why you ain't get none
Tried to send the fuckin' message, I didn't fuck with him but he didn't get one
He breaking up with his girl now so I laugh in his face when he suffer depression

Man I don't know why I let the dead talk, boutta knock your ass down with the deadshot
You look bitch made, I'm not threatened, you get fye fye'd like I'm benson
You a big joke for the second, that was short lived, to the next one
Never struggling for the retention cause you a big fan for the record, yeah, you a big fan for the record

I'm so tired, like all that shit that you been talking to me, I already mothafuckin' heard it
Like, go retire man, you not creative no more, we not interested, don't know how to word it right
No requirements that you can meet, when you realize it, feel the truth cutting you with a knife
Don't want sorry's man, I'm simply not fuckin' with you, honestly better off ending your fucking life

Bitch, you really wanna make that stop, cause you not passing us
You not passing packs, don't really do that stuff
That nigga claim he fast but he not fast enough
He talking mad shit but never back it up

You better up that fye, quit all the acting man
We moving higher, like you cannot fuck with us
You better say goodbye, caught your ass lacking man
And you better hold your own cause you been talking tough lil bitch

I got you pressed as a bitch, huh
You live your life acting a phony, you lonely as fuck and that's why you ain't get none
Tried to send the fuckin' message, I didn't fuck with him but he didn't get one
He breaking up with his girl now so I laugh in his face when he suffer depression

Man I don't know why I let the dead talk, boutta knock your ass down with the deadshot
You look bitch made, I'm not threatened, you get fye fye'd like I'm benson
You a big joke for the second, that was short lived, to the next one
Never struggling for the retention cause you a big fan for the record, yeah, you a big fan for the record

Produced By: @Ominvs
Vocals Mixed By: @Ominvs
Cover Art: @Ominvs

GOT YOU PRESSED (PROD. OMINVS)

Lyrics:

Check my phone, just another basic bitch up on my instagram
I swear I don't know why I put up with these civilians
Lil bro in my dm's like we cool, we not affiliates
Like you is just a temporary friend, you only filling in

Lil bitch, no I don't fuck with you, lil bro go commit seppuku
You miss with every song you do, get skipped. you sound better on mute
Get hit don't have to up the tool, equipped, right hook you hit the roof
I'm knocking out your fuckin' tooth, then send your body to the moon

I'm currently pissing on top of your grave while I laugh at your fucking mistakes
I'm certainly better than someone you could ever be and that shit is not up for debate
I'm urgently doing all these drugs just to find an escape cause the trauma make me run away
Internally know I'm the man, bitch I'm paving the way, I show that with the art I create

Check my phone, just another basic bitch up on my instagram
I swear I don't know why I put up with these civilians
Lil bro in my dm's like we cool, we not affiliates
Like you is just a temporary friend, you only filling in

Don't got the time for pictures, no
Only hit my line if you intend on talking business
Bitch I'm tryna make that paper, gualla
Add a few zeros to my mother fuckin' bank statement
Stack it all the way up to the space station
Tryna normalize that as my base payment, lil bitch

Damn, I don't think I'll ever settle down, why
Always thinking about the money, it's only because I've been tryna get it now
I'm so paranoid just at the thought of me working so hard and I never even make it out
So there's no time for me to start laying down
Every opportunity I'm taking now, gotta make it out, right now

Check my phone, just another basic bitch up on my instagram
I swear I don't know why I put up with these civilians
Lil bro in my dm's like we cool, we not affiliates
Like you is just a temporary friend, you only filling in

Produced By: @Ominvs
Vocals Mixed By: @Ominvs
Cover Art: @Ominvs

TEMPORARY FRIENDS (PROD. OMINVS)

Lyrics:

You want a face to face, basically suicide
Make sure the concrete painted when you plead for life
No I ain't tryna wait, I gotta fucking try
There ain't no time to waste, lil bitch it's do or die

Seeing your demise it's predetermined, been decided
Don't act like you've been providing, bitch you was born one sided
For too long been falsely guided, all my songs keep you reminded
Fourteen wrongs don't make a right and yet you still gon' go deny it

My flow is mega evoluted like Charizard X I been spitting the flames
We been so locked in just to get out our names, like all of my niggas ain't playing no games
Like everyday writing about all of these trials and tribulations just to cope with the pain
I'm always trying to find me a damn solution to the problems that I got up inside of my brain

Ominvs always been one for the people so why the fuck they tryna paint me as evil
Cause some of them liars and some are deceitful
Only showing their face when they suddenly need you
How ironic, haha, all you pussies subatomic
Hate on Ominvs because a young nigga been way too lit

If you living selfish then you better get the fuck out
Cut too many people off I swear I've lost count
If it concerns money then I'm doing my rounds
If Ominvs outside then you best get the fuck down

You want a face to face, basically suicide
Make sure the concrete painted when you plead for life
No I ain't tryna wait, I gotta fucking try
There ain't no time to waste, lil bitch it's do or die

She gon' twerk on me, if she wanna fuck then I swear that bitch gonna work for me
You ain't got a plate on your table, you better off serving me
You a copy paste ass nigga, I know that certainly
Give it up, you ain't ever gonna make it, I'm the reaper of souls ima take it
You was never really in the making, better give these pussy niggas blankets
Cause we know you soft as fuck, bitch, you are not him and we are not scared

Produced By: @Ominvs
Vocals Mixed By: @Ominvs
Cover Art: @Ominvs

HANDY BANDY BANDS (PROD. OMINVS)

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