Oh My lyrics

by

Zay Blaze


Oh this sh*t is perfect bro, this sh*t is crazy
Yo, yo if I mess up just keep it rolling
Yeah

[Hook]
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh my
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh my
You don't want to throw hands both hands go by
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh my

[Verse 1]
Can't nobody mess with me, I been up since Chef Jimmy
So I ain't got no rest in me so why y'all out here testing me
Hold up, y'all n*ggas ain't listening, look look look... uh I can't die
It'll take a while if you waiting just hang tight
Took the big toe so you gotta hang 9
Push the new whip driving like it ain't mine
Aye, my team doing big things n*gga
Made a couple thou that's a big change n*gga
Everybody watching the wrist game n*gga
It's the same ain't sh*t change n*gga
They want beats yeah but I need the cash up front
Throw it in the bag let me grab those ones
Back of the 'lac where the gas don't run
Zero got a stack where he stashed Mo gun
Yeah, pop out, pull up, hop out
I ain't known to flex but sh*t I do a lot now
How many rounds it take with the box until it's a knock out
You say you got the key to success so how you locked out
Hit em with the key change
n*ggas always asking can we hang
You lookin for a chance to get free things
You n*ggas talk, walk, look, sound, and speak lame

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Waking up to ass every day
I'm thinking I should smash every day
Letting all my cash serenade
You don't get it I'll let that marinate
Riding with that Nina bruh
Ya head spinning like a ballerina bruh
She ain't bad if I ain't never seen her bruh
And if you got a problem talk to Trena bruh
Don't act hard n*gga don't act up
Hiking up your pants tryna act tough
Tryna pull up on my fam better back up
You don't wanna see a n*gga get mad bruh
You don't wanna see a n*gga have to spazz bruh
I recommend you shut up, all I can think is 1 finger 5 letters
n*gga I'm the truth but you like the lies better
You ain't gotta ask, she mine if I met her

[hook]
(yo this sh*t is stupid, oh f*ck, f*ck these n*ggas)

[Verse 3]
After everything I do for you
Let you in my house opened up the stu for you
Even lowered down the mic in the booth for you
And I spit a lil bit of that new for you
You wanna blame me cause your ass can't adapt, accusing me of trying to steal your sh*tty ass raps
Why I want yours if all my sh*t slap
Acting so reckless will have you get clapped

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