Pe$o Pete, Oddwin - OddANGRY lyrics

Boy, I'm tight as fuck! Okay, what?

Omar on the come up!
(Come up! Come up! Come up! Come up)

I woke up this morning mad as fuck,  boy
No cap (Bitch)
Needed me a beat, and young Omar got my back
(Aye) what the fuck was PETER thinking?
She ain't love you back (Yuh)
I ain't love her back (Yuh)
Only love these racks (Bands)
People wanna talk they shit
They mad they cannot rap (Pussy)
You don't write yo' tracks (Nah)
And yo' beats be wack (yeah)
Rappers wanna diss
But I do not have time for that (No way)
I need me my bag, before shit get bad
(Why it sound like)

I'm with the, oh! We don't go
Look at my legacy, look at my goals
Need me the big black, gold
I cannot stop now, I cannot fold (O oh)
Been through a break (Been through a break)
8-0-8 bang (8-0-8 what?)
Look at these chains (Uh, woah)
You wanna, hey!
We can't relate, wit' yo' dumbass
(No-No, wit' yo' dumbass)
Can't associate, huh? (Haha)
I'm wit' the crew (Squad)
Drippin' like soup (Drippin' like what?)
They be sayin', "Hoes mad" (Okay)
Oh, well, me, too (Heh, for real?)
Man, what's new? (Man, what's new?)
Whatchu gon' do? (You ain't gon' do shit)
You know where to find me (Yes, sir)

Ha, haha pussy

I woke up this morning mad as fuck, boy
No cap (Boy, I'm mad)
Needed me a beat, and young Omar got my back
(Aye) what the fuck was PETER thinking?
She ain't love you back (Yuh)
I ain't love her back (Yuh)
Only love these racks (Bands)
People wanna talk they shit
They mad they cannot rap (Pussy)
You don't write yo' tracks (Nah)
And yo' beats be wack (yeah)
Rappers wanna diss
But I do not have time for that (No way)
I need me my bag, before shit get bad (Yuh)

​oddy on this shit, huh?
Might go cuff a bitch, ha
Psych! All these hoes just switch up
Diamonds keep my wrist snug
Never give a bitch love
Flyer than a flock of dove
Hoes is mad, don't give a fuck
(Hoes is mad, don't give a fuck)
All these hoes told me to pop
Now I'm just reckless (Huh?)
Now these hoes really want me, too bad
I ain't selfish (Yuh)
Did a number on my mental
Need a fuckin' lifeline (Bitch)
PETER put me through therapy, told
Me to write rhymes, bitch
(Aye)

Omar on the come up! (Come up! Come up)

Blaow! Yuh