Omelly - Back To Back (Freestyle) (AR-AB Diss) (Lyrics)

[Intro] I can’t go at Meek nigga that’s my hommie he never did nothing to me

He always looked out for me

He put me on songs my buzz went through the roof I’mma go at this guy

Why should I jump out the window and go at Meek Mill

He a real nigga got some real niggas around him

[Verse] See you pussies throwing shots at the team I’m not having it

First OBH tee I see I’m straight tagging it

I ain’t with the back and forth, rapping or this dissing shit

You was just on my dick parking lot taking pics

You never was no top goon been a fraud been a bitch

I know you remember that night I saved your life

You was scrambling at the club you ain’t have no pipe, I had two on me

I thought you was tough you ain’t know what to do homie

He think he an animal ’til the zoo on him

Fuck ‘em we at ‘em

I got the hittas with me daily and they clutching the ladder

You niggas frauding to the world it’s only making me madder

Pop up at your next show

Do this shit like death row

Nigga keep on rapping about it I wish he let that tec go

This that Osama Twin Llama right at your neck flow

By the time he take the gun off safety I’m gon’ back him

Dark road trying to run I’m gon’ chase him

Hit him in the leg with shots that’ll waste him

I’m not trying to hear this top goon of Philly shit

I rep South Philly where we let them millis rip

The man paid me for a verse and he ain’t get it yet

That’s gangsta nigga that’s gangsta

Y’all doing all that dick riding y’all ain’t get a check

All y’all wankstas none of you niggas gangstas

You little fat bitch I ain’t even want to fuck none of your bitches

You lucky nigga you little nasty you

You can see everything you ate on your shirt today

Fuck out of here aye [?] no you didn’t you fat teletubbie ass nigga

I get to lacking on them suckers then I’m jumping in my Benzo

Hop out walk ‘em down [?] from my window

If I was at cash crib you be jumping out the window

Empty the stock spin the block give you ten more

We with the dumb shit we really with the dumb shit

We with the dumb shit we really with the dumb shit

We with the dumb shit we really with the dumb shit

Talking all that ratchet in your raps get a drum clip

These niggas talking recken it get me excited

These niggas talking reckless tryna get us indicted

I’m floating off that water, I’m rolling with pirates

I don’t play about my blood you try us you dying

And we in the city you can meet me let’s get busy

Y’all some bum ass niggas it come to paper we get plenty

Shit on niggas make ‘em sad and call Drizzy

You niggas ain’t got power you can’t call 50