Oh Yes

Got 'em all like "Oh my"

Look at me, I'm so fly

Back then got no love

Now the hoes they say hi

Skinny dude with my jeans ripped

Nike's all on my feet bruh

Bucket up on my head too

Lookin' good with some tattoos

Haters talk like "Rell's this"

"Rell's that, he so wack"

Same haters who talk shit

Askin' for me to follow back

'Cause they heard the kid makin' moves

'Cause they heard I ain't gonna lose

All this money is what I choose

Get it all, never hittin' snooze

I got that paper chase ambition

I thought I told you, but y'all just never listen

No fuck boys 'round here, boy, so you should keep your distance

My squad is swangin', Rascals swavy, yeah we pimpin'

Nah, time out

Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

That young rascal

Lookin' up like "Who that?" You gon' need a lasso

I'm just tryna cop me a kitty-cat

It's that Rellie Rell, she gon' ring the bell

Way that she fine, had to kiss her to tell

Out in the towns, I was sippin' Motel

Feenin' that time, you know I'm gon' quell

Well, break the bank

Day to day, I'm gon' paper chase

All you hate leave you stuck in place

Way that I swang, can't be nowhere you ain't

Ride out, know my killas gon' hide out

Leave you in awe, brighter than Shaw

Always gon' hustle, no time out

I got that paper chase ambition

I thought I told you, but y'all just never listen

No fuck boys 'round here, boy, so you should keep your distance

My squad is swangin', Rascals swavy, yeah we pimpin'

Nah, time out

Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Rascals really comin' with the shits, boy

We don't hesitate, we fast to load the clips, boy

Talk yo' shit but you ain't fuckin' with my clique, boy

All my squad fresh and gully, don't get hit, boy

Don't talk about it, I be about it

You'll have a mind, yeah I really doubt it

I'm the next to blow, no doubt about it

You gonna hear me, no way around it

Your girl say that I'm hot though

You think that you hot? No

I am the head honcho

Refer me as the young Pablo

Supa Supa, young swavy king

Mo' bitches, mo' swavy things

Duckin' bitches, but I got a queen

Don't you hate how I do my thang?

Don't you hate how I get my chains?

Don't you hate how I'm gettin' paid?

Don't you hate how I got my buzz, and I'm

Hittin' states while you still in lane?

I got that paper chase ambition

I thought I told you, but y'all just never listen

No fuck boys 'round here, boy, so you should keep your distance

My squad is swangin', Rascals swavy, yeah we pimpin'

Nah, time out

Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh