Bigg Kent - Oochie Molly Molly Lyrics

These f*ck niggas ain't in my bracket
3D printin' Now da 4-5 plastic
I told my kids I was bound to make it happen
I'ma get them off the hood like it's time to change jackets
Broke-ass niggas tell me what you hatin' for
I'll get your ass whacked at your own corner store
It's gon' be from the blind side like Michael Orr
Cause I really got pulled like I'm playing
Tug-of-war
Now they call me Kobe Bryant or the motherf*ckin trenches
Cause any given night I'd drop 50 on these niggas
This ain't like I keep havin' to remind niggas
That I really go to sleep and wake up in the kitchen
I lay by the waters next to the two liters
And I still got to sink to
Washing away all my demons
And if I get cold I got the stove that's the heater
And my alarm clock is when the microwave beepin
I wish a nigga would try to extort my figures
I ain't gettin' milk, this ain't the Semilac business
You gon' get shot like the doctor came to visit
Put a hole in the throat like the cigarettes did it
Now I gotta call Oso for the runtz
I came up on the Iggy, I feel like Nick Young
Crocodile hunter, you could die for them stunts
Lil' nigga playin' big, Eddie Murphy in the clumps
Yeah, if it's a problem, only thing I do is address it
War time, all I need is GPS and a weapon
Shotgun play, lookin' like it's 3rd and forever
Baby K that baby kick like it's seven months pregnant
These bitches beg with no hesitation
They tryn get boot like Steve Madden was
They next destination Offerin' throat as compensation
I'd rather call Baby Psycho, C
Ause she gon' do it like a favor
She gon' do it big and give dat dick law
She gon' suck peanut butter through a lil-ass straw
And they hatin' over her, that's what really throw me off
Now it look like art Class the way a nigga bout to draw
I seen a snake nigga tat Loyal on his chest
And I keep tellin' bitches don't involve me in mess
Well I be in the trap gettin' to it never-less
Still holdin' it down like it's resistin' arrest
And if I catch a charge,
I ain't gon' bend, break or fold
I'ma go to my cell like
I'm answering the phone
I'ma get me a shank like
I missed the field goal
Niggas get poked behind the walls like a glory hole
I'm really tryin' to get rich for my little children
And that's the real reason why I'm still up in the kitchen
Had that base over the plate like a
Major League pitcher
Tryin' to get that turkey like a motherf*ckin' pilgrim
Now my clientele done turned in the fans
The nigga heard my music and he told me
I'm the man
Now he knockin' on the door like it's a change of plans
He tryin' to get a feature,
He supposed to buy grams
Me and, LT like Rocky and
Bo Winkle
Jet li and Mel Gibson and the weapon still lethal
Walk around with a stick,
I feel like blind people
Cause I really need to iron
Like my clothes still wrinkle
I'm the director and the star of my movies
Stilla put a whole lotta boot in my doobie
I'll knock a Muslim out,
His motherf*ckin' koofy
And stilla wipe a nigga down like Lil Boosie
I still hold court in the streets with my heater
It ain't no jury or a bailief we don't need him
When I say all rise,
I'm talkin' to my people
And this 4-5, it's the one who subpoenaed him
Kingsley, nigga
Kingsley, nigga