2EXOTICC - Omertà (feat. 2turnt) Lyrics

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2EXOTICC , nigga
Never break the code bitch
We livin by Omertà
I ain't talk about the pants when i'm speakin 'bout the purple
I might have my brother do it to you
I ain't gotta hurt you
Caught him snitchin'
Den he askin' did he do it like he Urkel
Yeah,
My pockets full of green
But I be smokin on it too
I had a pair with the 5s
So nah it's matchin with my shoes
Don't give a f*ck if she a ten bitch ain't no passes cause she cute
I just made her give me top
And then I pass her to the crew
I feel like MJ
I'm a criminal
I dropped a nigga smooth
Can't hear me creepin' up the block, boy I'm too silent when I shoot
Quit tryna creep up to my section pussy get another booth
All on the gram he steady cap in front the chop he tell the truth
Yeah,
Got him feelin like he Uzi, he ain't got friends
Of course yo stupid ass gon' ask me why
Cause all them niggas dead
Had a wire Glocky fire just for f*ckin' with the feds
Let my choppa cook a nigga cause he thought that he was raw as hell
Shell catcher ona chop, ain't got no proof I'm on the block
Like he Indian I leave a red dot up on his top
And if you claiming BSB den you a hoe das gon' get dropped
You niggas bitches all that cappin you ain't never spint the block
Yeah,
Niggas hoes I point the chop and make em tap dance
Niggas out here snaking out they bros
F*ck ah Backend
I'm tryna beat a nigga ass
Like I'm Batman
Yo bitch a runner bro she gave the whole gang a lap dance
Never break the code
Bitch we living by Omertà
I ain't talk about the pants when I'm speaking 'bout the purple
I might have my brother do it to you
I ain't gotta hurt you
Caught him snitching den he asking did he do it
Like he Urkel
I was taught to get it on my own
It ain't no handouts
Was tired of being broke, I upped some work
Start giving grams out
I didn't never think that this would be the way it planned out
But it's the ones who doubted
Now I got it
Got they hands out
You ain't f*ck with me then don't do it now
Go sit your ass down
Them hoes was acting bougie now they don't
Cause I got bread now
(Wait a minute)
Don't that sound like a gold digger?
You say rich niggas yo type, you used to f*ck on broke niggas
(Said she wanna have my baby she don't need no more liquor)
Rub her clit and stroke fast
That's how you make her nut quicker
(I only want you for the night bitch thought I was gon' f*ck with her)
Can't trust a soul
The only thing I trust is money
Dem blue hunnids just keep bummin
All the feins you know im crunching
(Them niggas trollin on the gram)
(They ain't no killers, They just stuntin)
Them niggas ain't got shit to lose ready to crash and die for nothin
(Get off your ass and get some money)
(I'm addicted to the hunnids nigga)
Shit
Bitch I'm addicted to the hunnids
Don't try to run up on me or this Glock gon' get to bussin
Can't sit around and talk if pape ain't part of the discussion
I'm a real mud baby
Quick to turn nothin to something
I be hanging with them real grave diggers
And we all getting money
If I got it
Then you got it
Ain't nobody round me hungry nigga
She a freak, she kiss the tip
And said she love me
Love a bitch
But I can't trust em
Cut a bitch for acting funny wit me
Bitch you give it up too fast
I think you tryna burn me up
I gotta choppa hunting deers
The way this bitch ah drop a buck
You thought yo daughter was a angel
But I turned her to a slut
Bitch yo pH falling off because you couldn't keep it shut
Who keep a 30 on em more,
Me or curry
Bitch it's me
I got lil bro to up the score bitch I don't need to pay a fee
He hesitating in the coupe, he got 250 on the ping
Don't gotta trip bout when I shoot
Because I know that bitch is green
Call us Hawaiian boys
Whole gang coming with a roll
I'm tryna fry a boy
Heat him with a pan, not talking stove
Tryna front like you the man
But you a peon on the low
Finna take you out for fun don't even add it to the score
This shit 30 a 3.5 cause my shit coming from the coast
I bring the chop when you get cooked
Bitch I ain't talking bout no toast
I got the drop to my party
Cause he made my hoe the host
Pick up a bag I'm dropping bitches
Just because they do the most
I could drop the lo a hunnid times
I bet a hunnid they don't bend
Cause nigga I been putting pressure on shit since I was a kid
Can't shake your hand cause we ain't cool
Bitch I ain't over what you did
Cause I don't switch up with the swiftness
Bitch I always stand on ten
Yeah,
Never break the code bitch we living by Omertà
I ain't talking bout the pants, when I'm speaking bout the purple
I might have my brother do it to you
I ain't gotta hurt you
Caught him snitching
Then he asking did he do it like he Urkle
Yeah,
Niggas hoes, I point the chop and make em tap dance
Niggas out here snaking out they bros
F*ck ah Backend
I'm tryna beat a nigga ass
Just like I'm batman
Yo bitch a runner bro
She gave the whole gang a lap dance
Yeah,
Niggas hoes, I point the chop and make em tap dance
Niggas out here snaking out they bros
F*ck ah Backend
I'm tryna beat a nigga ass
Just like I'm batman
Yo bitch a runner bro
She gave the whole gang a lap dance
(Yeah,)
(2EXOTICC, nigga)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah,)
(2EXOTICC, nigga)
(Yeah,)
(Yo bitch a runner bro she gave the whole gang a lap dance)
(Yeah)
(Never break the code bitch we living by Omertà)