Omakase Lyrics by ian
(Haha, what the f—?) Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm
(Haha, what the f—?) Huh, huh, huh, huh
(Haha, what the f—?, Haha, what the ***?)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
I hate how when we take the molly we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)
‘Cause we won’t be as open-minded when we sober (No, no)
I bet yo’ *** would wait in line to take a photo (Wait, wait)
You *** my back? No, your sorry can’t cut (What the ***?)
I bust my ass, Day ‘N Nite, Kid Cudi (***, ***)
Been runnin’ that mouth for days and still ain’t said nothin’ (Not a damn thing)
So many dead faces, look like a mass *** (Ah, ah)
I’m slidin’ in with the Hell’, make everybody heads turn
I’m Savage, the Macho Man, just watch yo’ head before I jump off them ropes
As soon as I buy you that bag, go and pop that tag, ’cause I do not plan on returnin’
T-T-shirt might be blank, but it’d break yo’ bank, I don’t even know where it’s from
T-This ho go both ways, and I say, “Okay, I’ma still take that down”
I see yo’ comments, lil’ man, still can’t give you the time of day
3.5 in this wood, look like Megan Thee Stallion leg
My body wide, so I can’t fit this Number (N)ine tee, goddamn
I shoulda never believed that ***, and she should’ve never believed my ass
I hate how when we take the molly we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)
‘Cause we won’t be as open-minded when we sober (No, no)
I bet yo’ *** would wait in line to take a photo (Wait, wait)
You *** my back? No, your sorry can’t cut (What the ***?)
I bust my ass, Day ‘N Nite, Kid Cudi (***, ***)
Been runnin’ that mouth for days and still ain’t said nothin’ (Not a damn thing)
So many dead faces, look like a mass *** (Ah, ah)
I’m slidin’ in with the Hell’, make everybody heads turn
So much ash on my body, look like I got set on fire
I didn’t ask for your two-cents, keep that *** inside yo’ pocket
Left watch, presidential, look like I’m gon’ run for office
I bought it, I didn’t rent it, so I drive it how I want to (I drive, drive, drive, drive, drive)
This a tussle, me against the Fronto (Against the—)
Jimmy Butler, hit him with the cross-up (Hit him with the—)
Just built this range, I still legged it, all the options
I take her brain, then I take her, Omakase (On my own)