8more - O.M.S 2 Lyrics

When I pull up they say was happening
8 came back I got established
Adding up dem numbers mathematics
On a plane taking flight no baggage
And everything I got it off the block yeah
I'm spit this shit up off the top yeah
I'm up f*ckin up the game I know it's not fair
Claim that are when u not there
I got stack up the loop
I spent a rak on my boots
I get a check spent in finesse
I got it back in Da boof
I put da dick back on her tooth
Then I relax n recruite
I do not lack I will shoot
Looking at a star oh they c him
Pullin out da mac no atm
1 time for my roll dawg
Hunnit woods getting lit that's the roll call
Running wit da check I should play pro ball
Don't make me cock it back n expose y'all
Karrots in my whip whip dats coleslaw it's a miracle
In kitchen still hot wit da stove off
Bad bitches running round they clothes off
Can't be sleepin on the EightI done told yall
I pull up n pop out no crowbar
This rap shit ain't free i got low charge
These rap niggas ain't me
I gotta bogard
That's the reason that I go hard
Did SXSW shit was too lit!
From Tunecore to Ethik I took two trips
Flow out Atlanta in dat new drip
Stripclub throw 1's spending blue chips
And everything I started off the block here
And everything I'm spitting off the top yeah
Two bad bitch naked up at the spot yeah
I'm f*cking up the game I know it's not fair
I bet wish they was but they not Eight
I'm cook up dat shit ima like hot plate
You better watch ya mouth mouf bitch Im ten toes
Got these rugas on me hang wit extendos
Don't have me paint you niggas face on dat window
For the love of money
Niggas get killed and watch they kids grow
Just came back from miami show all love
Want yo show lit then you call us
Pull up in em matte truck we all out
Spendin on em black cards when we ball out at Neiman's
Yeahhh
Im on my shit
Im on my shit