Die Young OMB Peezy & Drum Dummie (Ft. Omerettà the Great)

[Intro: OMB Peezy]
Damn (Ayo Drum play that bih' back)

[Verse 1: OMB Peezy]
Yea
No matter what I do, I gotta keep a weapon
Told that hoe she could ride with me, but ion' wanna stress
Eat, ain’t my fault if it get a lil' messy
If I'm on it, then I'm on it, ain’t no second-guessing
Momma stressin', but I told her I ain't bout to die young
Look, if it's smoke, I'm fillin' up my lungs
I'ma speak my mind, I ain't ever hold my tongue
And I leave my pen before I forget to bring my gun
(Look) I used to roll to get dough in my pockets
Now I'm on the road for the profit
Feel like I'm supposed to be cocky
See how these hoes be jackin’
Soon as you blow they gon' copy
Gotta keep a roley on pocket
They say you broke if you stop it
But see how them niggas be watchin'
I feel like I'm supposed to be livin'
Sad is they ain't noticed me yet
Go in, nigga show some respect
Back then I was supposed to be next
She thinkin’ she gon' get some money
'Cause she dropped a lil' neck
Stuck in yo legs, nigga where is that shit?