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 with 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 woah in the Benz Only bros, I got no fucking friends Cos I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance Buss 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, paigons 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 kitche I spent all night by the stove Heard these niggas wanna run up on me, You niggas better not roll with nanks Broke rappers talking 'bout yay, I really got Rolls Royce stamps Niggas act hard all on the net When that gun blast you better run fast Got my first check and like Spike Lee, I did the right thing I gave my mum half I can smoke for your whole fucking ends On the low, got the woah in the Benz Only bros, I got no fucking friends Cos I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance Buss 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 bump 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, ok ok my love Now suck me off, let me spark my skud They start soft your dox in the morning Two long ones get a big boy touched Ayy I think I know what they want, I think I know I buss the AM pack and put it to their nose I don't know what they want, I don't know In the cold with 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 woah in the Benz Only bros, I got no fucking friends Cos I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance Buss 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 niggas can't do me nuun, broke niggas can't tell me nuun And I can't even be in public and I just think I blew your budget I don't father too many, imma pull me up a henny Oh my, oh my Feds coming, stash the readies Say you got racks, don't believe 'em You niggas ain't act like I need 'em I had to link up with Nina Dis a banger for your speaker I don't know what they want, I don't know In the cold with 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 woah in the Benz Only bros, I got no fucking friends Cos I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance Buss 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