[INTRO — airy harmonies / deep sub] [soft female harmonies floating] (Ooooh... won't...) (Won't... won't...) Yeah... OMMA. (Brrr.) Don't get too brave. Don't let 'em gas you. (Mmm...) You know damn well... You won't. (Bow-bow.) [HOOK — melodic R&B trap / stacked doubles] You can talk like you gon' slide— (But you won't...) You won't. Swear it's up when I arrive— (Keep it there...) You won't. Big pressure with your folks, everybody want that smoke— Put OMMA in that shit? You won't. (Brrr.) Say you standin' on that shit— (Stand then...) You won't. Bet the bag and take that risk— (Go 'head...) You won't. You can bark behind that screen, you can sell 'em anything— Try that shit with me? You won't. (Ooooh... you won't...) [VERSE 1 — relaxed song-rap] Don't get beside yourself. (Easy.) Don't get lost in that hype. (Mmm.) They'll gas you up all day... Then leave your ass overnight. (Gone.) You know what OMMA on. Don't make me tell you twice. (Brrr.) Keep that shit over there. You'll be alright. (Stay there.) Money long. Talk short. (Count it.) Black truck. Two doors. (Skrrt.) Gold links. Black coat. Big bag. Move low. (Real low.) You can reach for mine... But baby— you won't. (Won't... won't...) You was loud with your crew. Now you quiet alone. (Mmm.) Don't switch that energy when you see what I'm on. (Bow-bow.) You ain't gotta fuck with me. Just leave me alone. 'Cause crossing that line? Baby... you won't. [PRE-HOOK — sung / floating harmonies] Don't let 'em send you... (Send you...) Where they won't go. Don't let 'em tell you... (Tell you...) What they don't know. Keep my name out your mouth. Keep that shit on the low. You can say it's up with OMMA... But we both know— you won't. (Ooooh... won't...) [HOOK] You can talk like you gon' slide— (But you won't...) You won't. Swear it's up when I arrive— (Keep it there...) You won't. Big pressure with your folks, everybody want that smoke— Put OMMA in that shit? You won't. (Brrr.) Say you standin' on that shit— (Stand then...) You won't. Bet the bag and take that risk— (Bow-bow.) You won't. You can bark behind that screen, you can sell 'em anything— Try that shit with me? You won't. (Nooo... you won't...) [VERSE 2 — melodic / darker] Rain fall on the tint. (Mmm.) City glow on the glass. Black leather on me. Gold sitting on black. (Shine.) Duffel tucked in the back. Don't worry what's in that. (Nah.) Money counter go— rrrrrrrrt. Then we rubber-band stacks. (Count up.) I don't show every move. That's lil' kid shit. (Facts.) You ain't gotta see motion to know that bitch exist. (Brrr.) Whole table full of numbers. Whole room full of smoke. Everybody eat quiet. That's how real money go. (Mmm-hmm.) You show yours for the net. I keep mine off the grid. You tell everybody everything. I don't tell 'em shit. (Not shit.) That's why you should chill. That's why you should sit. Before you make OMMA your motherfuckin' business. (Bow-bow.) [R&B BREAK — drums soften] [layered harmonies] (Don't do it...) (Don't do it...) (Don't do it to yourself...) You don't really want that weight. (Nooo...) You don't really want that stress. You just mad and talkin' reckless. Baby... don't make that shit a mess. (Brrr.) 'Cause your friends gon' disappear. Your lil' crowd gon' disappear. Everybody tough when OMMA ain't near. Then OMMA get near... (Mmm...) Funny how shit get clear. [VERSE 3 — lazy pocket / confident] You got money? Cool. (Mmm.) I got money too. You got people? Cool. What they gon' do? (What they gon' do?) You got rank? That's cute. Got a name? Me too. (OMMA.) But you ain't gotta prove shit. Neither do I. That's the difference between me and you. (Brrr.) I don't argue online. I don't type all night. I don't need ten friends tellin' me I'm right. (Nah.) If you want that attention— baby, take that light. But don't bring it over here. That's my only advice. (Bow-bow.) You can flex. You can stunt. You can hate. You can front. But fuck with what I built? You won't. (Won't... won't...) [BRIDGE — full R&B harmonies] [lead sung softly] Don't let your pride get you caught in the moment... (Ooooh... moment...) Don't let that crowd make you think that you want it... (You don't want it...) You can say my name. You can hate my name. You can throw that shade. That's okay. (Mmm.) But crossing that line? Baby... you won't. [background stack] (Won't...) (You won't...) (No, you won't...) You won't. (Brrr.) [FINAL HOOK — big stacked vocals / huge sub] You can talk like you gon' slide— (But you won't...) YOU WON'T. Swear it's up when I arrive— (Keep it there...) YOU WON'T. Big pressure with your folks, everybody want that smoke— Put OMMA in that shit? YOU WON'T. (Bow-bow.) Say you standin' on that shit— (Stand then...) YOU WON'T. Bet the bag and take that risk— (Brrr.) YOU WON'T. You can bark behind that screen, you can sell 'em anything— Try that shit with me? YOU WON'T. [harmonies rising] (Ooooh... you won't...) (Nooo... you won't...) (Won't... won't...) [OUTRO — drums disappear / sub remains] Don't get
