Oh My (feat. SL, Yung Fume & Tiggs Da Author)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't know what they want, I don't know

In the cold in my Gs, in the cold

We supplying you the ting in the snow

I think I know what they want, I think I know

I can smoke for your whole fucking ends

On the low, got the whoa in the Benz

Only bros, I got no fucking friends

'Cause I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance

Bust a move when I'm juice, oh my

In a coupe getting whoop from your wife

She was yours but she loose, now she mine

From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together

Take the scale out the cupboard, hit the block then I flood it

New watch looking flooded, pagans watching all gutted

Look at all this white on my clothes, I ain't got time for them hoes

Looking like it snowed in the kitchen, I spent all night by the stove

Heard these **** wanna run up on me, you **** better not roll with nanks

Broke rappers talking 'bout ye, I really got Rolls Royce stamps

**** act hard all on the net but when that gun blast, you better run fast

Got my first check and like Spike Lee, I did the right thing, I gave my mom half

I can smoke for your whole fucking ends

On the low, got the whoa in the Benz

Only bros, I got no fucking friends

'Cause I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance

Bust a move when I'm juice, oh my

In a coupe getting whoop from your wife

She was yours but she loose, now she mine

From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together

She the sweetest of females, big bunk oh gosh let me test my luck

This is a gorgeous one, baby, it's S, this is some gorgeous bud

She a real naughty one, she said, S, you're a rebel

She said, S, you don't give two fucks, okay, okay, my love

Now suck me off, let me spark my scud

They start soft for you dots in the morning

Two long ones get a big boy touched, aye

I think I know what they want, I think I know

I bust the AM pack and put it to their nose

I don't know what they want, I don't know

In the cold in my Gs, in the cold

We supplying you the ting in the snow

I think I know what they want, I think I know

I can smoke for your whole fucking ends

On the low, got the whoa in the Benz

Only bros, I got no fucking friends

'Cause I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance

Bust a move when I'm juice, oh my

In a coupe getting whoop from your wife

She was yours but she loose, now she mine

From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together

I don't know what you want, I don't know

I just be trapping and jugging, I just be trapping and jugging

Broke **** can't do me nothing, broke **** can't do me nothing

And I can't even be in public and I just think I blew your budget

I don't father too many, I'ma pull me up a henny

Oh my, oh my, feds coming, stash the readies

Say you got racks, don't believe 'em

You **** ain't act like I need 'em

I had to link up with Nina

This a banger for your speaker

I don't know what they want, I don't know

In the cold in my Gs, in the cold

We supplying you the ting in the snow

I think I know what they want, I think I know

I can smoke for your whole fucking ends

On the low, got the whoa in the Benz

Only bros, I got no fucking friends

'Cause I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance

Bust a move when I'm juice, oh my

In a coupe getting whoop from your wife

She was yours but she loose, now she mine

From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together