OMB Peezy - Venting Session lyrics

Ayy dope feigns everywhere
But this my home though listen then I copy
Conversations of the grown folks
Sellin hard rock
So he armed with a long nose
Watching from the window as he
Travel down the wrong road no help
Give him any goal and he can reach it
I can beat it, bitch I'm undefeated
Sick and tired of leeches
If I see it then I can achieve it
Just gotta believe it
Learned some in my 21 years
But I ain't teachin'
Fuck the preacher and the teacher
I ain't learnin' shit
Them niggas cappin, they ain't burnin' shit
All of that wolfin' make me hop
Out trynna burn a bitch
And make yo' whole car jerk like
You learnin' stick off the gate
I ain't rollin shit up, I'm catchin phases
Man it ain't nothin' but some smokers
And some jays in here
I'm comfortable than a bitch
I got it made it here
I'm hungry, Ima snatch a nigga plate in here
Peezy P harder than a Mexican heart like
A lion bitch ain't nigga testin' me
(forreal dawg) boy thought he was cool
He got the weapon then seen a body drop
And tried to turn into a pedestrian
Paid closin' in on me gotta beat the case
Under covers plottin on a nigga
Trynna make a way
Capitalize, Capitalism, up the murder rate
Catch 'em for murder then lock yo'
Stupid ass behind the gates
They tried to play me, I ain't stupid though
Boy yo' whole clique lyin' bout them murders
Y'all a group of hoes
When he was free he talked down
On 'em went to the pin
Then came home and fucked his
Bitch in the booty hole
I know alotta niggas suspect
Most of these rapper
Niggas flaw so after me nobody up next
I took yo' bitch and had a
Fuck fest she said don't smack
Er' on the rib I told that
Bitch I like rough sex
That AR that's my baby there
One bullet eat his
Head up and turn his afro into baby hair
Ay Peezy come here
You can't stay in there they hidin' like the
Hurricane come and smell it in the air
I like fast cars and long
Clips i like a bitch
Who like playing the quiet game
And takin' long trips
Feel like I can hear that purple
Callin' can't ride my wave
Like Chris Tucker you on the wrong ship
Auntie cryin' like why they do that
We seen the straight face
But we the ones who got em' blew back
Who that? Oh that's li Wee Wee
Rentin cars with some crack
Don't like the cars you dealt
I'm givin' em' back
What's the first rule when you under attack?
School dead bitch my white pants black
If I hand yo' hands I want my hands back
All I see is flames can't hang where we at
If I feel some pressure Ima
Leave you on the scene
Body droppin' with them shells
As we empty magazines, where I'm from we
On the newspapers not the magazines
On the news only time a
Nigga hit the TV screen
If I feel some pressure Ima
Leave you on the scene
Body droppin' with them shells
As we empty magazines, where I'm from we
On the newspapers not the magazines
On the news only time a
Nigga hit the TV screen (Grrarrraa)
Orange Grove you already know what it is
OMB buss a nigga overkill (Grrrarrarr)