Oh Boy lyrics

[Verse 1: Sada Baby]
Scooba man, dope man, bricks in your b*tch whip
Kick flip a skateboard raw where your kids live
Break a f*cking n*gga jaw if he don’t mind his business
This is the motherf*cking truth, I'm with the shiz-ness
Boy oh, boy oh, boy oh boy
Got the top side, outside, killing them n*ggas
I seen they b*tches yesterday, they wasn't feeling them n*ggas
[?] put the P on them n*ggas
[?] put the D on them b*tches
It’s 3 of them b*tches, they trippin, get to smacking them hoes
Trappin’ with bows, hit the hood right after the show
He got a mac on him, but I bet it’s only for show
He know me fasho
Hear him talking raw, we on go
[?] f*cking his ho
[?] I just crackеd a pint in the store, in front of lil’ bro
He ain''t nеver seen it before
I did it again, told him that this money don't end
We gotta win, pray to God whenever we sin
Get you a plan show the blueprint your mans
Chop a n*gga hands off, if he f*ck with feds

[Verse 2 ?]
Oh boy, you know I stay with a K
Oh boy, and that Glock 40 stay on my waist
Oh boy, keep me a mask, so I don't catch a case
Oh boy, talking slick, put the strap in his face
Call the troops, go right in his crib
[?] the life [?]
You n*ggas be snitchin, I can't fight with a pig
F&N on my hip, put two right in his wig
I'm on the block and I'm slappin [?]
They like what's wrong with that cookie? It's too goddamb strong
Got a couple P's, [?] put my mans on
I'm the new drug lord, call me Uncle Capone
[?] pulled up on the block, and I was clutching the chroam
Free [?] couple months, and we'll be back on that road
200 pieces, ID's, and a package of blow
200 G's blow cheese, you ain't seen it before
[Verse 3 ?]
Oh no, mama said when she calling my phone
She heard them shots on the block, [?] she know
I don't really like [?] unless I'm stuck with a ho
[?] left that b*tch with 4
I heard it's a hit on me
[?] bigger nuts than your big homie
Oh boy, what n*ggas say when [?]
[?] slid on [?]
Oh boy, oh boy, let me stop that sh*t
That's your ho, oh boy, I popped that b*tch
All I need is my 40, and [?]
[?] touched again
I'm the type to f*ck a ho, then try to f*ck her friends
Cause I know you hoes are the type to try to f*ck my mans
[?] bands
[?] he ain't touched a band

[Verse 4 ?]
Oh boy, [?]
Getting out of pocket, don't do sh*t but get popped
[?] chopper, ain't your business how I got it
[?] catch a body [?]
[?] strapped like [?]
[?] ready to gun some
[?] everybody with me [?]
[?] with a stick [?]
Big blood, get to flooding with this [?]
Shake something, you don't like it, n*gga shake something
[?] the weight coming
[?] just been blowing [?] hundred
b*tch [?]
[?] n*gga bag with [?]
[?]
[?]
[Verse 6 ?]
[?] that's a headshot
[?]
[?] get your mans popped
n*gga seen all that blood, and he went in shock
[?] your block
I came a long way from sitting on spots
I might be cool, but I ain't sweet, I'll take [?]
It ain't enough, I need me some more, tryna get me a lot
Oh boy ran off, [?]
Ask about me in the hood, I'm the man on my block
Ain't no sliding on me n*gga, my hand on that Glock
I'm bout to drop a BQ [?] rocks
Fast money, turn around, got this b*tch on lock
You n*ggas playing tough, you can meet this chopper
Riding around blowing clouds, I feel like [?]
Yeah I got a thousand [?] I can't be stopped

[Verse 6: Molly Brazy]
I heard b*tches looking for me
Same block, same crib, how you miss me honey?
Ride around with 2 sticks, like I eat [?]
Sneak diss again, I'm on your ass, can't nobody stop me
b*tch, f*ck [?]
[?] hit my block, see what we really do
I'm so tired of these weak b*tches
f*ck a meet and greet, ho I don't wanna see b*tches
Rocky diamonds on my rocky chain
Everytime that ho open her mouth, she say my f*cking name
[?] bool and brazy with my brazy gang
Smack that ho, snatch that chain, [?] b*tches hate
I'm a one man army
[?] harm me
Imma scream it till my throat hurt
[?] end up on a T-shirt
pus*y