InglewoodIV - Ommt

SnapBack made it
So you finna SnapBack
Slap that
Fuck fake friends we don’t back track
1,500 on a Y-3 backpack
Make a bitch bust it wide open over Snapchat
Hashtag Inglewood
Where the boulder rats at
Kick thru the door
Glokk cocked where the racks at
Gimmie all the jewelry
Niggas tell me where them packs at
If he tryna ball we gon hit em like half back

Yea
I don’t need no new friends
I just really need new money
And a brand new Benz
And I park it at my brand new crib
Walk in to a brand new bitch
On my momma tho
Yea

I just dropped 6 on a llama tho
Yea
Lay em on bricks like a Navajo
Yea
Pull up to crib like it’s dominos
Cash on delivery I’m serious
I gotta go
Bitch
I ain’t trippin off that gurb
Really in these streets
While you sittin on that curb
Slipping on your verbs
Got you feelin all perturbed
And Puffin on this herb
Cause this pimpin so superb
Imma
Young nigga
Who can run with em
They just do it for the fun I do it for the funds nigga
Hold up
Wait up nigga
Cut the hating nigga
Know you Lost and Jealous like you playin for the clippers
Might as well put the game on lock
Might as well leave the range on stock
TenIV I be the same ol G
And you niggas be the same ol bops
Bozo
I’m Thuggin with my Patna and them burners ain’t on safety
Don’t try your luck boy think twice before you play me
These bitches out here boppin and these niggas all fugazee
These bitches out here boppin and these niggas all fugazee
On my my momma

I don’t need no new friends
I just really needA new money
And a brand new Benz
And I park it at my brand new crib
Walk in to a brand new bitch
On my momma tho
Yea

I be with the shits with drama tho
Yea
I just want the chips with the commas tho
Yea
And I take trips to Bahamas while I’m smokin marijuana on a private with pajamas on
Yay
I ain’t fuckin wit you dorks
You ain’t getting money if you sittin on that porch
And I’m breaking on yo bottom bitch she finna run that course yea
Getting paid no renegade
These hoes like endorsements
I’m mobbin with my rounds
Sliding with that chop stick
You Talkin out your mouth
You poppin off we pop shit
I’m walking in that bitch
Flirting with my bank teller
Staring at my check
I let her know my bank better
Since last time we met I ain’t been makin no deposits
Investing all the money just to double up the profit
Stop it
Why you talkin doe if you ain’t got it
Why you cuffin her and she a thottie
I swear to gawd
These niggas just keep reaching
They better off
Sleeping cause he tweaking off adderal
You better take a seat
For I untuck this heat and delete yo whole region cause


I don’t need no new friends
I just really need cnew money
And a brand new Benz
And I park it at my brand new crib
Walk in to a brand new bitch
On my momma tho
Yea

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