O Man

Yo

Child boy, grow up

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man

I was swinging my door on the doorman

I'm fucking the forward to go ten

I got a gang

Oh man, oh man, oh man

That pap took down like Odem

I'm steaming the bag so it won't smell

I'm taking you off so you won't tell

Oh well

This gun that I got won't draw itself

God forbid I get locked up, I make bills

I'm gon' run up some money in that field

You ain't got to be fit to be not real

Just fifty round shots and this causes

762 gon' fuck up your cardamon

Draw getting tight 'cause I'm off of this molly

I got exotics, they all in my body

Damn, throw away

Kicking that door 'bout twice a day

Was making no money then made a way

I lay up on her like um filet

I'm giving that chicken like Chick-Fil-A

You want you a bag? Come get it today

I pour up a drink, I don't sip on no eighth

30 round shot, put that shit in your face

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man