Omelly Sway In the morning freestyle lyrics

Verse 1:
I keep the Ruger out, we ain't talking, no games witchu f*ck n*ggas
You play around you get a bang n*gga f*ck n*gga.
This off the top, I be spittin sh*t
This off the spot, this ain't no written sh*t
Free my n*gga Meek Milly down it fwult...and they took my n*gga...Snupe.
All my n*ggas yeah we riding out
pus*y n*gga we coming to yo hideyout
Mmmm fire out. Roll the window down...mmm mmmm. Lemme tell y'all n*ggas bout Osama, twin llamas, since a youngin I twist ya top and screwdrivas
And All my n*ggas yeah we mobbin, and if a n*gga want a problem then I got em.
DreamChasers, mmm, that’s my clique. DC, that's the label
These n*ggas hatin, I stay wit lazers, case I gotta pop a hater, hit a n*gga like hot potata. Pop him in his wig doe
This off the top I gotta catch the beat, this for my n*ggas that be in the trap in streets
I’m still knocking off the dime packs. They like Osama… f*ck… mat. I’m like I don't know where Saddam at, but I be knowing where them dimes at
I be chillin on the block, half a brick and I grind that
I’m just tryna get my mom back. (“MMMMM”)
All my n*ggas yea they...mah. and ain't no fallin out...mmm..ah

Verse 2:
They just booked my man bout a week ago
Still f*cking all these b*tches they be tweaking doe
You f*ck around n*gga we’ll smoke ya boi.
All my n*ggas we be___ wit them___s boi
We be riding in them benz's and them ghost’s boy
And I ain't lying, this rap, I ain't wrote it boy
This off the top when im spittin sh*t, they they got my mans, got him on some sittin sh*t
A couple months, that ain't no sentence b*tch
We gon bounce back and right back to getting rich
M’s on the table, DC the label, man n*ggas talkin crazy stomp em in the [?]
IM IN THE GAME, JUST LIKE SEGAHHH
You disrespect Ima [?]
Check out my neck, bunch of cubans on it
Check out my wrist, mmmm, ain’t no fooley on it
I got the rolex, I keep a fo pound, if a n*gga try to play me, give em more rounds
I told these n*ggas I ain't who to fvck with, I ride around with long gats, and uhh, clips
I chop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop up at your crib
Got eem, spot eem, red dot eem, [?] eem, [?] eem, f*ck it lets have a party
Bad b*tches sip lean and pop molly, I dont pop mollies n*gga i pop hollows
pus*y n*gga, mhm mhm ado, mhm mhm mhm mhm, mhm mhm mhm mhm
I got on gold headphones, gold chain, gold on my wrist, mhm mhm ainn , mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm
If you ain't gettin money, boy you lame, all my n*ggas gettin money tho. You think its funny tho?
My n*gga jeezy said he keep it in the bungalow
If you ain't know what that was it was his jacket n*gga, my little n*ggas be riding he keep that ratchet n*gga
What it is, what we talkin for?
f*ck a cheesecake we ain't walkin boul
Whatchu talking? What you got on you? If you got and I don't n*gga get the drop on you
Gimme that, what you got, man I need that
Where the learn, where the [?], where the weed at?
I f*cked it up, f*ck it though get my mhmm back
Give me a ride on ya bike, you ain't gettin it back, pus*y n*gga, know dat
I come thru with no rap, yall n*ggas yall ain't riding
Y'all some low jacks, you ain't riding, you on four flats
Come on man, my n*ggas in the kitchen wit it, I'm still droppin 36 bricks mhm mhm