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FNO x OMB Lyrics by Rich Nunu

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[Verse 1: Rich Nunu]
I can't take it no more
See a opp and I'm making that call
See we left his face in the store
Anybody get hit if they gettin' involved
Y'all don't get it, must think that we playin'
He got hit for the things he was sayin'
You would think that we mace, the way brodie be spraying
Take-down-gang, bro my niggas sanctioned
Oh that's the D's but the knock on my waist
And she eat the dick, I'm like, how it taste?
If he jacking us K, then we taking his face
And my time just cannot be wasted
Cause I don't got time for the back and forth
If y'all talk on the dead then we taking a soul
He must've forgot it's to pay what he owe
And I call up man, pull the chain and just go
That's it, that's all
FNO, we just comin' to ball
Bust her ass, then she say it's sore
Reverse the V, then we comin' for more
Grrahh
That .40 gon' roar
Opp bitches hoes, we all in they jaws
74k, we gon' kick in the door
Don't forget shh-, he got put on the floor
Two-three hop out the cut like a Frisbee
FNO, we just ballin' like Drizzy
I swear I'm so rich, I gotta keep a glizzy
And he threw two shots, too bad that he missed me
You don't get it? That's for them fuck niggas
Smokin' Queezy, he's all in my lungs nigga
Ryan got hit in his head like a dumb nigga
Oh he YPFK, then he catchin' them slugs
[Verse 2: Rich Glizzy]
Like what's up wit' these RPT niggas on dick?
I'm smokin' on Dummy, he dead in a spliff
If he jackin' he Drilly, leave him on his strip
You get shot if you dodgin' or be in the mix
Lil' nigga got shot, 'cause he reached for his waist
The R niggas mad he got left on his face
A choo hop out? Then we hoppin' the gate
I'm tryna spin, nigga don't tell me wait
Glah, boomed him
Just shot at a blixk
He try to run, he get knocked out his kicks
Nigga free Zay Deuce, used to flock out the stick
Let him spin in that whip, two-three flock out the whip
He get shot in his face if he jackin' 26
FNO be the gang, niggas know that we do this
Nigga smokin' on Drizz, we hopped out and boomed him
Why you diss in your song? Nigga you ain't no ooter
Lil' Sha got shot, lil' nigga keep dissin'
Tryna spin thru' the Bama, jack dd go missin'
I'm off the perc', lil' nigga I'm trippin'
They be trollin' Jay Dee, niggas know that they with it
Niggas mention my name, but never outside
You got shot too nigga, why mention Ty9
I got Mimi and Juju, they gon' get 'em lined
Leave a hole in his spine
[Verse 3: OMB Jay Dee]
Are you dumb?
[?] my body, I stay off the bench
Queezy died for no reason, it ain't even make sense
Throwin' out drip, the gang got rich
If it's up, then it's stuck and you know where it went
Kay killed 50 niggas, he ain't close to sane
He was talkin' on Boomer, load it up and bang
Hittin' a opp boy, he fuck wit' the opps
No we ain't do him dirty, but he payin' rent
No cap why he cappin'? He let it go
Scary scene, you see Jay Dee wit' FNO
Drizz gang, gun jammed, got a extra pole
Two straps, man you know how these weapons go
I love Savv, for the loc blowin', know it's action
Tiny talkin', turn him into ashes
Still bang for Peter, they ain't gettin' no passes
Lost Mellz, turned into a savage
It's Jay Dee, act like he don't know me
It's a murder, I'm spinnin' wit' Toby
Catch a shot in your face if you troll me
Mentionin' Boomer, we spin in a stoley
Get to the green, I pull up to the Fort
Grab on my gun
Are you dumb? What you thought?
Call Nunu to shoot you, he pull up and mute you
Know some niggas that died, tried steppin' on court
I got my knockers on me, how you got me?
Caught move wit' it, won't end up like Rocky
[?] he won't be alive if he shot me
In the streets for my best friend, I'm movin' wock
.30 bussin', this .30 on me movin' oppy
Mitch said "Chill", bro keep tryna to stop me
Not from the Bronx, but I'm smokin' on Lotti
Mitch said "Get them knocks", just tell him 'cause he got me
Bama niggas y'all kids how y'all mentionin' Boomer?
Heard somebody died wasn't just a rumor
How I thought 13 couldn't be in these shoes?
Gunshot in the head, homie caught a tumor
Talk about Mellz, then that nigga ran Ricky
Homie a spliff if I pass it to Glizzy
Send my location, he ain't come and get me
He was too smart, he knew I had it wit' me
Got my rock from Houston, like shout out to Whitney
If I go do a drill, I cop a renty
Bro said "Why you hit 'em wit' a semi?"
Told bro "I spin, you know I was bendy", damn
ARE YOU DUMB?!!
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