Lyrics Omaha - King Iso, A-Wax

Omaha

We fresh in 22 seconds blood\nTry’na meet the driver at the curb with that shit\nSoon as the package lands in Omaha\nWe smoking like we had to pamper it\nDope in the woods soon as the package lands in Omaha\nBring all the chicken and come grab this shit\nI told you it’s good soon as the package lands in Omaha\nSoon as the package lands in Omaha\nGrew up in a place where you were using it to sell dope\nGrew some wood inside a soda box, don’t get no holes poked\nI just got a compliment on it, the Narco Polo clothes\nThink you got it backwards in your head, it’s money over hoes\nBank account rack, big up now\nTrap hall of fame inducting\nSend a hit squad full of young boys\nRun up in your spot, get duck-taped\nPre-roll the whole pack of woods up\nCan’t wait to smoke when the flight lands\nWhen I’m on stage, I perform alone\nFresh case of glicky to hype me\nI’m doing features for five bands\nSo I went and bought a new pair of puffs\nBacked up that bitch and it made him flinch\n'Fore I did that, he was squaring it up\nSmell like a whole damn dispensary\nWeigh this shit up, it’s the density\nI be forgetting the names of this shit 'cause\nSoon as the package lands in Omaha\nWe smoking like we had to pamper it\nDope in the woods soon as the package lands in Omaha\nBring all the chicken and come grab this shit\nI told you it’s good soon as the package lands in Omaha\nSoon as the package lands in Omaha\nFlamed up with that torch to you like I ain’t hit the dab yet\nFrom the USPS, told my hoe «I need your address»\nI get way more than you niggas trap for off a rap check\nWith my bloodies, bitch go dummy, turn you to a crash test\nHopping into the foreign like damn it I’m gone\nWhen the green’s hit like you didn’t had an iPhone\nYou won’t eat no harmony, I’m bragging like bone\nI ain’t talking 'bout Google when I’m grabbing my Chrome\nThen I pull up to the groupie bitches, acting like woah\nNow she try’na get fucked for the ice bro\nIn the tool-city with the Amazon hoe\nWhen the pack land on me like an Amazon drone\nOnly take blunts to the neck like the chains sluts’ll wear\nI got more strains than a muscle tare\nThey jacking my drip, so I cut the hair\nThis Glock on my hip, better come prepared\nI came from the dirt but you under there\nI might want to step just because he stared\nSmoking on stock, I don’t want to share\nVacuum silly, fucked as Tupperware\nSoon as the package lands in Omaha\nWe smoking like we had to pamper it\nDope in the woods soon as the package lands in Omaha\nBring all the chicken and come grab this shit\nI told you it’s good soon as the package lands in Omaha\nSoon as the package lands in Omaha