OJ lyrics

It's trapphones on the beat
Trapphones on the beat

[Chorus: Lil Xelly] (x2)
Riding down that block, there's no n*gga gave me sh*t
All the sh*t all the muscle, got me all in my old ways
Candy paint is dripping just like... OJ
Candy paint is dripping just like... OJ

[Verse 1: Lil Xelly]
It's 'bout 4:58 and I just made more plays
And just hit her in it raw and young n*gga I got that road rage
Yeah I'm out here bored but some n*ggas in a closed cage
Riding with my n*ggas, sliding for my n*ggas, uh, yuh

[Verse 2: Kevin Kazi]
Ay, kill a b*tch like OJ
Stressed out but no foreplay
White b*tch off the soap huh
White b*tch off the olay
Shoot out the car like road rage
I got bars like 4G
I be smoking off the sh*t huh
Geeking, copping 'bout 4 Gs
I hop out the car and they know me
I step out the spot for the police
I'm sipping the Tec, I'm sipping the Act, it got a n*gga moving slowly
She seen the Patek, she gon' give me neck, these b*tches tryna control me
I flex on my ex, I run to the Tec, now that b*tch tryna hold me

[Verse 3: SoStealth!]
Sipping OJ, straight out the bottle
Bad b*tch with me, she look like a model
She say she love me, I said "swallow"
She liking on my pics, tryna get a follow
Her pus*y tight like a hijab, they are the gang with me like the mob
Sipping Minute Maid, she just like to sip c*ck
b*tch give me top top top
Shop til I drop drop drop
They say that I'm the greatest I just know that you are not
Sleep with one eye open, but I am not cyclops
You say you gon' shoot me, but I have not been shot
Told her to bring the applesauce, told her to bring them tits and Mott's
Yeah I'm sipping juice, I think I'm the citrus god
OJ god in this b*tch