I Mean Dat OBN Jay (Ft. OG 3Three)
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[Intro: OBN Jay]
What up 3?
Fuck wrong with a nigga?
[Chorus: OBN Jay]
Look, bitch stay in your lane (stay in your lane)
You can't ride 'round my track
Oh you think it's a game (bitch what you sayin'?)
Say huncho double back
Ride 'round with that sack and don't forget all of us got a strap
Disrespectin' the youngin, bitch your head gon' end on your lap
I mean that, we in that bottom where them fiends at
I bleed that, money bags talking, bitch I need that
Handle that, playing on my top, bitch you can cancel that
Under my left armpit where I'm tucking my hammers at
[Verse 1: OBN Jay]
You don't want no war, catch you slipping and spray up the car
Deep bodyguards, that purp gon' numb up all my scars
You know who we are (OBN)
Step on the scene like I'm a star
Yeah it get gangster when it's up
Thirty shots, bitch it's retarded, look
Testing my patience like I'm pussy, that's gon' get you zipped (Micro mini yopper in my hand, F&N on my hip)
Glocks, extended clips, plus all my yopper bullets tend to flip
You got me bent, open his head up like a bag of chips
Bitch it's up with me, take it there, it's gon' be stuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Like I'm a ho, you must be sleeping, I don't do the beef
But we gon' keep it In the street
Body bags and white sheets, blood stains all on your teeth nigga
What up 3?
Fuck wrong with a nigga?
[Chorus: OBN Jay]
Look, bitch stay in your lane (stay in your lane)
You can't ride 'round my track
Oh you think it's a game (bitch what you sayin'?)
Say huncho double back
Ride 'round with that sack and don't forget all of us got a strap
Disrespectin' the youngin, bitch your head gon' end on your lap
I mean that, we in that bottom where them fiends at
I bleed that, money bags talking, bitch I need that
Handle that, playing on my top, bitch you can cancel that
Under my left armpit where I'm tucking my hammers at
[Verse 1: OBN Jay]
You don't want no war, catch you slipping and spray up the car
Deep bodyguards, that purp gon' numb up all my scars
You know who we are (OBN)
Step on the scene like I'm a star
Yeah it get gangster when it's up
Thirty shots, bitch it's retarded, look
Testing my patience like I'm pussy, that's gon' get you zipped (Micro mini yopper in my hand, F&N on my hip)
Glocks, extended clips, plus all my yopper bullets tend to flip
You got me bent, open his head up like a bag of chips
Bitch it's up with me, take it there, it's gon' be stuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Like I'm a ho, you must be sleeping, I don't do the beef
But we gon' keep it In the street
Body bags and white sheets, blood stains all on your teeth nigga
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