Letras OMG Bro - Young Thug, Gucci Mane

OMG Bro

Hold up, homes, I got my gold on, homes\nI roll with real life robbers but can’t do no wrong\nI got a jet black tone, all black foams\nAnd I might crack your dome like I just cracked my iPhone\nMy pants sagging low but baby this is (?)\nTwenty thousand every pocket so my belt can’t help it\nGreen and white sweater, bitch, but I’m no Celtic\nChilling in the M-Town, but I’m not Elvis\nVelour Versace jogging suit (this not velvet!)\nThirty pints for me to drink (I'm so selfish!)\nA nigga went broke and his main ho pregnant\nGucci cash got low bet the whole crest felt it\nI snatch a nigga chain out, hey let’s melt it\nGot lit for sixty bricks so I just MapQuest it\nI smoke blunts for dinner and I drink lean for breakfast\nI put four O’s of lean in a lil bitty Mistic\nHey, OK, OK (OK then)\nYou gonna take it no way (No way then)\nYep, motherfuck, yep motherfuck\nMoney talk, credit talk\nGuwop, my blood brother\nPut my ice in your cup, it might not melt (Oh my God, bro)\nGot my Olympic Jordans on, I’m feeling like Phelps (Oh my God, bro)\nI’m cashed out like Mike, no Epps (I'm gonna cash out)\nVersace on my boxers, look like a belt (Oh my God, bro)\nMe and Guwop stay on the same street, my nigga (blat blat blat)\nEver ever catch you round there I’m pulling my trigger (blat blat blat)\nI go a whole hundred bars like I’m at Tigger’s (wooh, wooh)\nYou ain’t rich till you got about six figures (Thugga Thugga, baby!)\nPut your Rolie up, put your motherfucking Rolie up\nThat bad bitch in VIP wanna notice us (she wanna fuck me)\nNo smoking on that bush like Magnolia, bro\nGot bands on top of bands, I’m up like Folgers, bro\nYoung Thug backstabbing, I ain’t brabbin'\nYour ho want a lot of wood like a cabin\nNickname Damion, stay acting (actor)\nEven though I keep a smile, need to stop this madness