OMB Peezy - Got You lyrics

Drum Dummie bitch ass nigga
These ho ass niggas just be woofin'
These niggas ain't talkin' bout shit for real
I know niggas who, who who who
Who dying every day
Slanging every day, you feel me
I'm talkin' 'bout robbin' every day nigga
That's all they got to do
Bitch ass niggas really spoon, niggas
Niggas silver spoon-fed nigga
You feel me, at that
You silver spoon-fed bitch
We ain't even got no
Motherfuckin' spoon nigga, on my mama
We eatin' off the motherfuckin' concrete
On the sidewalk bitch
On my mama, this shit real drum Dummie

I don't think you got me like I got you
(like I got you) you gotta show me somethin'
For everybody got they hands out


Like I owe you (like I owe you)
I don't owe you nothin'
Cruisin' late night by myself
Down a dark road (down a dark road)
Hope they don't know I'm coming
How you turn on your dogs for them crackers
Let 'em take your soul (take your soul)
That shit ain't a hundred

Ayy, one time for the real niggas
(one time for them real niggas)
And two times for the thugs
(two times for the thugs) , ayy
And three times for my new pistol, ayy
(three time for my new pistol)
I saw that bitch and fell in love, ayy
Nigga got to workin' the curb
He sellin' dope with no gloves
Drive-bys for the birds
I'm hoppin' out with these slugs
Ain't talk phones, gotta buzz, get back
I wasn't even home
Name a bitch that ain't talkin' bout money
Bitch I don't give a fuck
These niggas ain't rappin' what
They live like
I've been did that shit, I'm tryna live life
But if you cross me over now
Get your shit right
He played gangster, then he told
And think he did right, peezy

I don't think you got me like I got you
(like I got you) you gotta show me somethin'
For everybody got they hands out
Like I owe you (like I owe you)
I don't owe you nothin'
Cruisin' late night by myself
Down a dark road (down a dark road)
Hope they don't know I'm coming
How you turn on your dogs for them crackers
Let 'em take your soul (take your soul)
That shit ain't a hundred

Look, ayy four times for
My motherfuckin' self
I was out there robbin' 'cause
I ain't get nobody help
And five for the guys who grabbed
That pistol of the shelf
Brushed they teeth, then leave with
They pistol in they belt, ayy
I'm at the top of my game
Don't try to hop in my lane
People say I'm too blunt
I take pride in not hiding a thing
I can tell the love gone
The look in your eye's been changed
I wouldn't be surprised if you decide
To hit me with the flame
I wouldn't be surprised if you decide
To throw dirt on my name
I wouldn't even expect that if I died
Y'all would come to my grave
Ayy, shit fucked up but I ain't trippin'
Pour a three up in my
Personal cup, I'm heavy sippin', peezy

I don't think you got me like I got you
(like I got you) you gotta show me somethin'
For everybody got they hands out
Like I owe you (like I owe you)
I don't owe you nothin'
Cruisin' late night by myself
Down a dark road (down a dark road)
Hope they don't know I'm coming
How you turn on your dogs for them crackers
Let 'em take your soul (take your soul)
That shit ain't a hundred

I don't think you got me like I got you
You gotta show me somethin'
For everybody got they hands out
Like I owe you nigga i don't owe you nothin'
Cruisin' late night by myself
Down a dark road
Hope they don't know I'm coming
How you turn on your
Niggas for them crackers
Let 'em take your soul
That shit ain't a hundred, yeah