J.Dn - ONOMATOPOEIA (feat. Sicko!) Lyrics

(Woa,woa,woa,woa,woa,woa,woa,woa)
Drac' kick back, made me go woa there
I'm at the spot, we got yo hoe there
We posted outside your crib, you cant go there
Clutching a sig nigga you gon get smoked there
Press on the gas and we leaving some smoke there
Pull out the lot, tear up the streets
You in a Kia, I'm in a beast
Onomatopoeia, my tires screech
(Aye)walk down gang get active
Bad bitch f*ckin' on me I'm attractive
Said that I love her, I lied I retract it
500 dollars, I spent on a jacket
These niggas stealing the swag, tryna jack it
Stacking up cash, I need more I'm an addict
Sicko A.I., I'm the one, f*ck a practice
I'm not Youngboy, I won't get blackballed
Pussy on facetime, she tryna catcall
Nigga talk down then we knocking his ass off
Just like Future, f*ck it, mask off
I'll crash out like a car on asphalt, blast off
Nigga shipping the packs off
All of my bitches be hardheaded but they ass soft
He tried to run, shotgun shot his back off
I take it back, walk up on him, he faced
Last thing he seen was the mask, I'm tweaking off drugs and a pill
I think that I'm laced
You do it all for your hood and they still slime a young nigga out
Man that shit just a waste
All of your music is ass, you washed now
Go get a mop now, boy you replaced
She got her french tips on, she tryna grab on my weewee (what?)
I f*ck a nigga BM and I tell her, I'm tryna get up with your BD
Tell that lil' boy to come see me I got a choppa, it's going both ways like it's CC
They box a young nigga in, now he shutting down
We treating that boy like a PC
No nigga, we is not human
It's getting hot in the V, know the lil' bitch humid
Life don't feel so real like Truman
I heard you snitched on the gang, is it true man?
Walk out the Gucci store, feel like a new man
Broke nigga rocking that full-body booman
Silence the Glock it go doo-doo-doo-doo man
Long mouth bitch, give me beak like a toucan
Freezing my neck up, I'm catching the flu man
(Aye)My neck worth a G wagon with no miles on it, With the fat ass tires on it
Boy I be pushing that metal, foot on the pedal
Real street racer, I need me a medal
Seven-six popping like corn in a kettle
Fed ass nigga, you Tony Beretta
(Hm,Aye) put switch on Beretta
(Hm,Aye) I'm capping my ass off
Ain't drop some shit in a year, so I'm rapping my ass off
We don't leave witnesses, taking the mask off
He think he rich and shit, let's have a cash off
We blowing up like a rocket, bitch, blast off
Y'all f*ckers suck and y'all music is trash
We hit that boy in his neck and he choked on his blood like a bad cough
I hit they block, seen an opp, leave him dead on the scene
They cannot see him like Stevie I put that boy on the TV, cause he speaking wrong on the team Give me a crown like a king
My wife a baddie, so you know I'm calling her queen
Stop it, she blowing a young nigga clean
Changing her name on my phone, Listerine
And when I go to sleep, I see her in my dreams
You niggas not dripping, y'all rocking Supreme
I did a motherf*cking ring and that nigga had died, we turned him to a meme
Drac' kick back (kick), made me go woa there (woa)
I'm at the spot (spot), we got yo hoe there (hoe)
We posted outside your crib (aye, uh), you bet not go there (go)
Clutching a sig nigga, John Wick, you gon get smoked there (smoke)
Press on the gas my nigga, we leaving some smoke there
Pull out the lot (aye, uh), tear up the streets
You in a Kia lil nigga, I'm in a beast
Onomatopoeia nigga, my tires screech
(You're not a real villain)