Huh
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Huh
Yeah
If you got a thousand
Put yo' hands up
If you got ten thousand
You can stand up
You ain't got a hundred thousand
I don't give no f*ck
Say you got a mil
I woulda swore you ran some
I don't know nothing but a check lil bitch
Ain't no running game on me
I don't popped out in too many different cities
Every time I came on fleek
It's 'bout time that I book me a show
But I'm telling you ain't none free
Security step when I walk through the door
Better know that thang on me
Brodie my twin, no he ain't no leech
Reach for a chain get stained on the reach
I'm in Havana, bad bitches on beach
Back in Atlanta making plays same week
Ooh he got that certified
Hot, inside the booth, I'm fye
I be straight, you know, I'm fine
Panoramic whip, it fly
And I'm really him, come try
All my doors they suicide
Damn, that's how my Brodie died
All this pain, I wonder why
Still I'm strong, look in my eyes
Got blue on the fly, I'm Mordecai
Took one of mine? We slide
Free the guys, and RIP Zy
All I know is violence, ain't no peace sign
Til they catch a opp, on the block, keep sliding
He ain't write his bars, I know he paying 'em
You know we ain't paying none
Bitch I'm a star, make her my dancer
Let's take them pants off
You know I balled, but I don't want cancer
That's what we praying for
I got bars, you just be saying stuff
The fourth a stanza
Yeah
If you got a thousand
Put yo' hands up
If you got ten thousand
You can stand up
You ain't got a hundred thousand
I don't give no f*ck
Say you got a mil
I woulda swore you ran some
I woulda swore you ran some
If you with my partnas
You can stand up
Huh
Huh
Huh
Rip my dawg, we take yo ass for ransom
Uh
I woulda swore you ran some
Uh
Uh
Die on the reach
I swear you running up
Uh
Uh
F*cking with king
YBK Omega - Ransom Lyrics
YBK Omega - Ransom Lyrics
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Huh
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Huh
Yeah
If you got a thousand
Put yo' hands up
If you got ten thousand
You can stand up
You ain't got a hundred thousand
I don't give no f*ck
Say you got a mil
I woulda swore you ran some
I don't know nothing but a check lil bitch
Ain't no running game on me
I don't popped out in too many different cities
Every time I came on fleek
It's 'bout time that I book me a show
But I'm telling you ain't none free
Security step when I walk through the door
Better know that thang on me
Brodie my twin, no he ain't no leech
Reach for a chain get stained on the reach
I'm in Havana, bad bitches on beach
Back in Atlanta making plays same week
Ooh he got that certified
Hot, inside the booth, I'm fye
I be straight, you know, I'm fine
Panoramic whip, it fly
And I'm really him, come try
All my doors they suicide
Damn, that's how my Brodie died
All this pain, I wonder why
Still I'm strong, look in my eyes
Got blue on the fly, I'm Mordecai
Took one of mine? We slide
Free the guys, and RIP Zy
All I know is violence, ain't no peace sign
Til they catch a opp, on the block, keep sliding
He ain't write his bars, I know he paying 'em
You know we ain't paying none
Bitch I'm a star, make her my dancer
Let's take them pants off
You know I balled, but I don't want cancer
That's what we praying for
I got bars, you just be saying stuff
The fourth a stanza
Yeah
If you got a thousand
Put yo' hands up
If you got ten thousand
You can stand up
You ain't got a hundred thousand
I don't give no f*ck
Say you got a mil
I woulda swore you ran some
I woulda swore you ran some
If you with my partnas
You can stand up
Huh
Huh
Huh
Rip my dawg, we take yo ass for ransom
Uh
I woulda swore you ran some
Uh
Uh
Die on the reach
I swear you running up
Uh
Uh
F*cking with king
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Huh
Yeah
If you got a thousand
Put yo' hands up
If you got ten thousand
You can stand up
You ain't got a hundred thousand
I don't give no f*ck
Say you got a mil
I woulda swore you ran some
I don't know nothing but a check lil bitch
Ain't no running game on me
I don't popped out in too many different cities
Every time I came on fleek
It's 'bout time that I book me a show
But I'm telling you ain't none free
Security step when I walk through the door
Better know that thang on me
Brodie my twin, no he ain't no leech
Reach for a chain get stained on the reach
I'm in Havana, bad bitches on beach
Back in Atlanta making plays same week
Ooh he got that certified
Hot, inside the booth, I'm fye
I be straight, you know, I'm fine
Panoramic whip, it fly
And I'm really him, come try
All my doors they suicide
Damn, that's how my Brodie died
All this pain, I wonder why
Still I'm strong, look in my eyes
Got blue on the fly, I'm Mordecai
Took one of mine? We slide
Free the guys, and RIP Zy
All I know is violence, ain't no peace sign
Til they catch a opp, on the block, keep sliding
He ain't write his bars, I know he paying 'em
You know we ain't paying none
Bitch I'm a star, make her my dancer
Let's take them pants off
You know I balled, but I don't want cancer
That's what we praying for
I got bars, you just be saying stuff
The fourth a stanza
Yeah
If you got a thousand
Put yo' hands up
If you got ten thousand
You can stand up
You ain't got a hundred thousand
I don't give no f*ck
Say you got a mil
I woulda swore you ran some
I woulda swore you ran some
If you with my partnas
You can stand up
Huh
Huh
Huh
Rip my dawg, we take yo ass for ransom
Uh
I woulda swore you ran some
Uh
Uh
Die on the reach
I swear you running up
Uh
Uh
F*cking with king
Writer: Jake Sollie, Jeremiah Holmes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid