"Omen (Overseer)" lyrics
Oh
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Uh, yeah
Feel like The Omen, my eyes are rollin', stuck in the moment
Protection on me, ain't talkin' Trojan, pullin' up, blowin'
Walkin' 'round London, a hundred K pound on my clothing
I'm runnin' the town and they know it, smokin' on loud and I'm zoning
Smoke out the pound, yee-haw, yo' ho and my ho down, yee-haw
Yo' girl tried to rob my mans, so my bitch shot her down, yee-haw
Up and downs on the percs like a see-saw
I'm the wave and these niggas get mad that they stuck in my wave, so I'm callin' it sea salt
I don't fuck with no parties but I turn my room to a rave, Molly what we on
I don't bother to learn none of these niggas names 'cause to me they all peons
I know one when I see one, shit, I would hate to be one
It's funny how niggas be hidin' in they blankets like it wasn't me they would sleep on
They alarm clock ring, my theme song, yeah
I was, but I can't be broke, yeah, if I go broke, ship it from Rio, yeah
A Sagittarius, but drip like Aquarius and I be roarin' like Leo, yeah
The game, I'ma marry it, money, I bury it, life just got a lil' scarier, yeah
Aim for the neck like a Terrier, yeah, money stack, Ben Franklin, bury it (Yeah)
Blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
Now I'm the overseer, shittin' on all my peers
Hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
Tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
High as a bitch, is it hot in here?
Too high to drive, I let bae steer
If you fuck with the team, we gon' shoot like LeBron, the original twenty-three Glock, Cavalier
Got a mask on my face with a beam on my side like I'm at Comic-Con with a Light Saber, yeah
Rose gold slugs with the diamonds on the grills
Pills got me sweatin' like I'm climbin' up a hill
My drip gettin' wetter so her pussy gettin' wetter
'Til my dick feel better in that bitch like an eel
Uh-huh, blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
Now I'm the overseer, shittin' on all my peers
Hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
Tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
High as a bitch, is it hot in here?
Too high to drive, I let bae steer
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Uh, yeah
Feel like The Omen, my eyes are rollin', stuck in the moment
Protection on me, ain't talkin' Trojan, pullin' up, blowin'
Walkin' 'round London, a hundred K pound on my clothing
I'm runnin' the town and they know it, smokin' on loud and I'm zoning
Smoke out the pound, yee-haw, yo' ho and my ho down, yee-haw
Yo' girl tried to rob my mans, so my bitch shot her down, yee-haw
Up and downs on the percs like a see-saw
I'm the wave and these niggas get mad that they stuck in my wave, so I'm callin' it sea salt
I don't fuck with no parties but I turn my room to a rave, Molly what we on
I don't bother to learn none of these niggas names 'cause to me they all peons
I know one when I see one, shit, I would hate to be one
It's funny how niggas be hidin' in they blankets like it wasn't me they would sleep on
They alarm clock ring, my theme song, yeah
I was, but I can't be broke, yeah, if I go broke, ship it from Rio, yeah
A Sagittarius, but drip like Aquarius and I be roarin' like Leo, yeah
The game, I'ma marry it, money, I bury it, life just got a lil' scarier, yeah
Aim for the neck like a Terrier, yeah, money stack, Ben Franklin, bury it (Yeah)
Blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
Now I'm the overseer, shittin' on all my peers
Hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
Tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
High as a bitch, is it hot in here?
Too high to drive, I let bae steer
If you fuck with the team, we gon' shoot like LeBron, the original twenty-three Glock, Cavalier
Got a mask on my face with a beam on my side like I'm at Comic-Con with a Light Saber, yeah
Rose gold slugs with the diamonds on the grills
Pills got me sweatin' like I'm climbin' up a hill
My drip gettin' wetter so her pussy gettin' wetter
'Til my dick feel better in that bitch like an eel
Uh-huh, blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
Now I'm the overseer, shittin' on all my peers
Hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
Tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
High as a bitch, is it hot in here?
Too high to drive, I let bae steer
