Oh Yea lyrics

[Intro: Blueface]
(Ayy, Moon, turn my sh*t up)
(Bankroll Dani on the track)
Blueface, baby
Hey

[Chorus: Blueface]
Oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Aight, this the type of sh*t to get b*tches out they deserve (Yeah)
Bumping and grinding with your wifey b*tch having a fear (Aight)
Too many hoes in here for n*ggas to be lookin' over there
Oh yeah
Aight, that's more like it (Ooh)
I've been hitting way more b*tches than Mike Vick
On a bad night, back in '07, nothin' but dogfighting
Is that right? Oh yeah, aight

[Verse 1: Blueface]
I put di*k in her diet, now she won't be quiet
Wake up every day with that thang on me, choosing a vibe
Keep sticks on mе like a boy band 'cause my behavior mindnеss
Is you sucking di*k or not, it's not rocket science
Why is all these n*ggas out here broke tryna make an alliance?
Dooter, I got more guns in school shooter
n*ggas think they tough to bullet coming through their computer
I've been had hoes, I got more thoters and f*ckin' hooters
b*tches gettin' booted up, n*ggas gettin' suited up
They had to pull the plug, he wasn't lucky enough
[Verse 2: 1TakeJay]
Why you lookin' over here? Don't get your ass poo butt
n*gga trippin' off the lil' b*tch, she a crew hot
Gucci Mane without the G, I took his Lil Oowop
Why you worried about sinner section? n*gga, you nut
I'm a bleed a b*tch, bleed a b*tch and bleed a b*tch again
1Take, Blueface flow, homerun hits

[Chorus: Blueface & 1TakeJay]
Oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Aight, this the type of sh*t to get b*tches out they deserve (Yeah)
Bumping and grinding with your wifey b*tch having a fear (Aight)
Too many hoes in here for n*ggas to be lookin' over there
Oh yeah
Aight, that's more like it (Ooh)
I've been hitting way more b*tches than Mike Vick
On a bad night, back in '07, nothin' but dogfighting
Is that right? Oh yeah, aight (Wait, hold up, I'm finna turn this b*tch up)

[Verse 3: 1TakeJay & Blueface]
Squabble up in my designer, I'm ready to bleed
Who wanna f*ck me and this b*tch 'cause I'm ready to leave (Come on)
n*ggas gettin' money, yeah, pu that on your mama though
Grime n*gga, same fit from yesterday, it's Prada though (Prada though)
Track the building like a backwood, stuff it with the hoe
I would love to f*ck your brains out, but I gotta go
n*gga, I just Elly hope the b*tch off the pick and roll
Blueface, why you keep it on you?
'Cause you never know
Giving gold, b*tches at the house ready strippin' show for 1Take
b*tches ready take on rock'n'roll, gotta go
b*tches on my di*k like a pot of gold
Gold digger, b*tches suckin' di*k got a whole n*gga
[Chorus: Blueface]
Oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Blueface, baby
Aight, this the type of sh*t to get b*tches out they deserve (Yeah)
Bumping and grinding with your wifey b*tch having a fear (Aight)
Too many hoes in here for n*ggas to be lookin' over there
Oh yeah
Aight, that's more like it (Ooh)
I've been hitting way more b*tches than Mike Vick
On a bad night, back in '07, nothin' but dogfighting
Is that right? Oh yeah, aight
Oh yeah
Oh yeah