Izaya Tiji - OMW lyrics

Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
(Slay) yeah, yeah, oh, woah
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt

Yeah, I'm like damn,  I’m that motherfucka 
(Fucka)
That boy broke, must be so tough, huh
Yeah, watch how you talk
Boy might get wet up (Pew)
Broke bitches always tryna get some paper
Was in the backseat
Ridin' 'round wit’ that tool
Cops tryna take me, but I couldn't lose
When you a young black nigga
Scared for your life

It start fuckin' wit' your head
You don't know wrong from right
And then the back, I had no one to talk to
Went from tears, went from
"I can't trust you" and "Fuck you"
Then, had no one to hug you
No one to love you
Could have no one to understand
You how you want to
Then, I was gon' tell you that I loved you
I can't even tell myself
I was gon’ tell you that I want you back
But I can’t even trust myself
Remember what I told you
I hope that you live so well
So well, without me, without me
Back to the basics, nigga I got plugs
And they all different states bitch
Pop me a lil pill, yeah nigga feeling wasted
I hoop like a Laker, and six figures nigga
Why you workin' as a waiter
And bitch, see you later
Broke niggas on the radar
You don’t even know what I did
For him to get here oh my god, 223, his jaw
Can't even step in the mall
Can't even jump on the road
And I start pourin' a 4, pourin’ 8th
I don't wanna live to this day
Good now, she ain't get comfortable
'Cause I can't buy her nothin', oh
This, "How you gotta this day", this
"Why you gotta be this way"
This, "Could buy you new face"

Tell that money, "I'm on the way"
Tell that money, "I'm on the way"
Tell that money, "I'm on the way"
Tell that money, "I'm on the way"
Tell that money, "I'm on the way"

Yeah, I'm like damn, I'm that motherfucka
(Fucka)
That boy broke, must be so tough, huh
Yeah, watch how you talk
Boy might get wet up
Broke bitches always tryna get some paper
Was in the backseat
Ridin' 'round wit' that tool
Cops tryna take me, but I couldn't lose
When you a young black nigga
Scared for your life