Oh Boy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, my bitch mean as hell

She don't like when I shake ****' hands

We'll take his brain right off his shoulders

He don't use his head

Bet not, front your move

You know this chop can

Shoot out boiled eggs

Rollin' off the meds

I get to tweakin and be done

Popped your mans

Speedin' to the chicken

And doin' 80

Tryin' to serve my head

I done probably bust a thousand jugs

Before I did a scam

I don't know his ass

And I'm gon' tax him

Like I'm Uncle Sam

I can't write a hook

But I can teach a ****

How to cook

Junkie asked me

What's inside the pot

I told his ass

My foot

Know the recipe

To every mix

I could

Gon' write a book

Momma know I'm thuggin

Bout my posture

I grew up with crooks

Yeah, never go out pussy

Too official

You can't play me rookie

We was sellin' grams

Before these ****

Started sellin' cookie

All my ****

Posted with the blues

Bitch, I feel like Tookie

This bitch heaven-sent

I bow my head

Before I eat her coochie

It's just me and my lil

We be sellin' a lot of

I got girl and he got

My junkie called said oh boy

She just wanna be with gang

Cause she know ima hot boy

This shit talladega nights

This bitch gon' ride like

NASCAR

I show up to his block

And pull up like the task force

Blow the motor out the engine

Stand up on the dashboard

Havin motion

Make him mad

But what the fuck

They mad for

I just used up all the cut

Rushed out the spot

To grab more

My lil' daughter

Got my heart

Than some of you pussys

She won't need a ****

Better shoot your blick

We catch you out

My gang be leavin' ****

Ain't nobody took me

And you a fool

If you believe them ****

I'll son his ass

Like I'm his daddy

I be teachin' ****

Yeah, hop out let it

Sing with two blicks

I feel like max pain

You ain't never pulled up

Served yo J

And help him find his vein

Mix the blender up

My fingers dusty

From the lighter cane

I can go get lost a thousand times

And never change my ways

Fuck, I look like

Tryna fumble da bag

When I took risks for this

I don't give a fuck

He want it raw

I'm still gon' hit this shit

We was on the block

As pre-teens

Like fuck a Christmas list

Gang them hard body

They'll get mad

And start to flippin shit

It's just me and my lil

We be sellin' a lot of

I got girl and he got

My junkie called said

She just wanna be with gang

Cause she know I'm a hot boy

This shit talladega nights

This bitch gon' ride like nascar

It's just me and my lil

We be sellin' a lot of

I got girl and he got

My junkie called said

It's just me and my lil

We be sellin' a lot of

I got girl and he got

My junkie called said