Words from Oya

Don’t let me down

Please go bro go walk him down like walk a dog like (come here) smell it, cocomelon, bring the crown

You got the pound, fulete shots, I wan’ see that boy hit the ground

Undertaker, Underworld

I ain’t gon’ buy my bitch no diamonds, buy the world

You poppin all that killer shit cash rule the world

(Underworld)

Lil bro ya body count too low that shit ain’t thurl

(That shit ain’t thurl)

Karate chop that brick in half I’m selling squirrels

(Hooyahh)

You catch that body **** we gone’ get it back

(Come here Get him)

Body shop Dennis finessing damn near ran the meter back

Cops then booked me with my heater, man I need that heater back

(Naw for real)

What the fuck I’m in the trap, it’s cold as hell up in the cell (Shaka!)

Underworld this burning hell is worst than hell

Bitch I’m a demon, I’m with demons, burn your sage

They really let my demon fresh up out the cage

I feel like Ogun when I got my stick on stage (Ogun)

I told my dog up in his eyes this tailor made

(Naw for real)

Can’t be remade(for real), bitch im a different type of bread, I let my shooter take the lead (fasho), look what my baby mom can see she made a angel (Nawl fasho)

They done shot that **** dead I told em’ thank you (oh my god)