800pts - was it ever real (prod. martyr)

[Intro: Omni]
(I-I-Icy)
(Yeah, huh, huh, huh, wah)
(Huh, huh, huh, huh, wah)
Yeah, huh (Huh, huh, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 1: Omni]
Chillin ' on the top floor eatin hibachi with a bad bitch, nigga cause I'm like that, yeah
A hunnid thousand really ain shot I’ll go spend that shit, nigga Ian gotta budget I ain't got no limit
Up the Glock on him, yea I made a pussy nigga freeze, yeah, I made a nigga run it, yeah (Made 'em run)
Bitch, I been done did all that shit
I'm way more up than y'all niggas, yeah, I put that shit on God (On God)
I'm still scammin', I'm still doin' fraud
Yeah, 7.62s rip the nigga apart, yeah-yeah
Flip (Flip, huh), put a hole in his heart (Heart)
I bet the nigga won't make it back after that
I'm high as hell, bitch, I'm where the ceiling at
Niggas love hatin' on me, just put this shit in they face
Yeah, by myself, bitch, I'm puttin' my faith
If I ain't got shit to do with omni, prolly couldn’t even care prolly (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, bitch, my pockets healthy, yeah, them hoes in shape, huh
I don't fuck with y'all niggas, yeah, and yall already knew that
At the end of the day, I don't even know why niggas in my face (In my face)
Nah, nah, bitch, if you ain't talkin' 'bout bread, you can get the fuck— (Get the fuck out)
Bitch, I ride around with them motherfuckin' semis tucked
In case a nigga tryna play with us, we can send 'em up (Huh, huh, huh, huh)
I swear, it's so motherfuckin' hard for me to even really give a fuck 'cause I been made enough nigga (Yeah)
Bitch, I gotta have a lot of shit on me, hm nah (Huh, huh)
Nah, huh, Ion fuck with you lame ass niggas, Ion fuck with you jabronis, huh, nah
Yeah, yeah, I'm tryna go big, these lil niggas kids
I don't fuck with them hoes 'cause they mid
How the fuck you expect me to not give a fuck at the shit that you did? Yeah
Yeah, I play it cool, let the beef die down, nigga, but I never forget

[Bridge: Omni & 800pts]
Niggas' favorite thing to do is ride dick
Swear this shit, it don't make no sense
Yeah, bitch, I turned nothin' into somethin'
I’m the one that made this shit make sense
I only pop real Perc' 30, nigga, none of my shit ever came laced with fent
Bitch, I'm lying
But I bet that you wouldn't even know (Even know)
Shit don't make no fuckin' sense (Wah, nah-ah)

[Verse 2: 800pts]
160 milligrams, I'm still alive, made this shit make sense (Fuck)
If it wasn’t for these pill withdrawals , then my life'll be normal, I'll probably be safe (Whatever)
And I'm doin' this shit for my ma', I'm just tryna put her in the newest Benz
Ever since I hurted my mama, I can't quit this Xanny, I came with these bands (Yeah)
Poppin' this pill, knew it was fake, bih
I'm on drugs today and she hate it
Percocet only way I feel safety
Yeah, (Hah-ah), for my safety
Hit the plug for Oxy' and flake, bih
Brand new boots, Italian snakeskin
I buy drugs and drip when the check hit
ATM cash on my face, bih
Check hit, order already placed
Bad bitch, she gon' open her legs
Paranoid, who the fuck is my twin?
Cocaine, OxyContin, I'm him (Yeah)
Walk in with the stick on my hip
Walk in, bitch already on my dick
Walk in, bitch, and cop a normal fit
Walk in, they won't know how 800 drip

[Outro: 800pts]
(Walk in, they won't know how 800 drip)
(Uh-uh-uh)
(Uh-uh-uh-uh)
(Uh-uh)

Omni & 800pts - MadeTsMakeSense #Борис Prod Manyice

whatitmeans (prod. martyr)

I done ran me up a check, everybody wanna look up
Now they looking at my neck, yeah, its filling up with baguettes
They dreaming ‘bout Pateks, and all my racks on the floor
So what’s up lil bro, what’s up lil buddy
Let me show how to get like this, hunnid racks gettin’ spent on Tris
Doing lines straight off her tits, how the fuck can I not get lit
This my way to not feel like shit, only way to keep up with this lifestyle, yeah, yeah, yeah

Everyday plottin’, thinkin’ of licks, one day I woke up and shot up some shit
I was just fiening, I was a kid, in love with the codeine but it made me sick (blargh)
I’m out in LA just looking for drip, driving through Rodeo gun by my hip
Belt to ass if you running up, had to ask ‘cuz I’m pullin’ up
Oh yeah he scared, adrenaline rush
That fear in his body makin’ ‘em hush 
Yeah, shhh, yeah, shhh
Yeah, shhh, yeah, shhh
Yeah, shhh, yeah, shhh
Yeah, shhhhh—
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah—
(Yes bitch I’m a psycho, bitch treat me like an idol)
(When I speak you follow, my demons are in Gotham, running from sorrows)
(So baby just don’t let go, ‘cuz I’m tryna’ see how low I can go—)

I done ran me up a check, everybody wanna look up
Now they looking at my neck, yeah, its filling up with baguettes
They dreaming ‘bout Pateks, and all my racks on the floor
So what’s up lil bro, what’s up lil buddy
Let me show how to get like this, hunnid racks gettin’ spent on Tris
Doing lines straight off her tits, how the fuck can I not get lit
This my way to not feel like shit, only way to keep up with this lifestyle

try2remember (prod. r3versme x quazar)

r a h (@wehaterah)

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