[Lyric] Omaha (The Brazy Bunch, A-Wax & King Iso)

[Intro: A-Wax]
Refreshin' every 22 seconds blood
Try'na meet the driver at the curb with that bitch

[Chorus: A-Wax & King Iso]
Soon as the package lands in Omaha
We smoking like we at the pad with it
Dope in the wood, soon as the package lands in Omaha
Bring all the chicken and come grab this shit
I told you it's good soon as the package lands in Omaha
Soon as the package lands in Omaha

[Verse 1: A-Wax]
Grew up in a place where you were using it to sell dope
Grew some wood inside a soda box, don't get no holes poked
I just got a compliment on it, the Narco Polo clothes
Think you got it backwards in your head, it's money over hoes
Bank account rack, big up now
Trap hall of fame inducting
Send a hit squad full of young boys
Run up in your spot, get duct-taped
Pre-roll the whole pack of woods up
Can't wait to smoke when the flight land
When I'm on stage, I perform alone
Fresh case of glicky to hype me
I'm doing features for five bands
So I went and bought a new pair of puffs
Backed up that bitch and it made him flinch
'Fore I did that, he was squaring up
Smell like a whole damn dispensary
Weigh this shit up, it's the density
I be forgetting the names of this shit 'cause I'm thinkin' they will not remember me
[Chorus: A-Wax & King Iso]
Soon as the package lands in Omaha
We smoking like we at the pad with it
Dope in the wood, soon as the package lands in Omaha
Bring all the chicken and come grab this shit
I told you it's good soon as the package lands in Omaha
Soon as the package lands in Omaha

[Verse 2: King Iso]
Flamed up with that torch to you like I ain't hit the dab yet
From the USPS, told my hoe "I need your address"
I get way more than you niggas trap for off a rap check
With my bloodies, bitch go dummy, turn you to a crash test
Hopping in the foreign like, "Damn it I'm gone"
When the green sent like you didn't have an iPhone
You won't need no harmony, I'm bragging like bone
I ain't talking 'bout Google when I'm grabbing my Chrome
Then I pull up, see the groupie bitches acting like woah
Now she try'na get fucked for the braggin' rights bro
In the tool-city with the Amazon hoe
When the pack land on me like an Amazon drone
Only take blunts to the neck like chains sluts'll wear
I got more strains than a muscle tear
They jocking my drip, so I cut the hair
This Glock on my hip, had to come prepared
I came from the dirt, put you under there
I might want to step just because he stared
Smoking on stock, I don't want to share
Vacuum seal it, fuck this Tupperware
[Chorus: A-Wax & King Iso]
Soon as the package lands in Omaha
We smoking like we at the pad with it
Dope in the wood, soon as the package lands in Omaha
Bring all the chicken and come grab this shit
I told you it's good soon as the package lands in Omaha
Soon as the package lands in Omaha