Oh Really? lyrics

[Intro: Guapdad 4000]
Oh, why you doing— why you calling me right now?
sh*t

[Chorus: Joyce Wrice]
Oh, really?
I see you hittin' my phone
Oh, really?
Say that you love my songs
Oh, really?
Knowing back then, couldn't get a response
Shine, shine, now I'm on
b*tch can't do no wrong (Oh)
I'll take you out, write you off (Oh)
Can't stand a fake double-cross (Oh)
I paved the path that I'm on, really (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, really? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, yeah)

[Verse 1: Guapdad 4000]
Turn it down, the weed loud, might wake the neighbors
Get it on, I think a n*gga ran out of paper
Okay, lil' buddy
They wasn't there when I used to be dusty
n*ggas like, "How you do this on your own?"
Even if I tell 'em I'm too hard to copy, copy?
This mеant my music don't copy
Used to be pimpin' like Scotty
Usеd to handin' out favors, now it's, "f*ck you, give me my money"
She love the way that I dress, uh
Shoes cost more than your check
Fly to LA on a jet, uh
I let God take care of the rest
Yeah, I spent a bag on the necklace
'Cause I was rappin' on my sofa while n*ggas stood at intersections
Life is filled with blessings, passenger of the Benzes
I think I created a monster, she don't f*ck with no pedestrians
[Chorus: Joyce Wrice]
Oh, really?
I see you hittin' my phone
Oh, really?
Say that you love my songs
Oh, really?
Knowing back then, couldn't get a response
Shine, shine, now I'm on
b*tch can't do no wrong (Oh)
I'll take you out, write you off (Oh)
Can't stand a fake double-cross (Oh)
I paved the path that I'm on, really
Oh, really?

[Verse 2: Guapdad 4000]
(It's a check)
I just been lost in my head lately (Yeah)
Somebody send me a prayer maybe (Pray)
Don't worry, I'm sorry I couldn't make it (Sorry)
Save me a seat at the dinner table (Seat)
I'm in the back like I'm on the payroll (Back)
Talkin' to white people at a stable (White)
n*ggas was hatin', but that's okay though (Yeah)
Way I been ballin', I feel like a dunk (Yeah)
Shooter gon' hawk him, he shoot like Halo (Shoot)
Then it was over
b*tch, I'm a soldier (Woo)
I thought I told you
I'm finna go up (Yeah)
Up in the wind like a super (Up)
How have I been? Baby, super
I'm in the house, Mister Cooper
Pick up my bae, I'ma swoop her
I just might nut on her FUPA
Look, I'm drivin' in the Batman coupe (Yeah)
Feel like Pippen in the backhand too (Yeah)
n*ggas flexin', n*gga, I flex too (Yeah)
Watching can-cans in Cancun (Ooh)
I could get money in these streets (Mmm)
Or be TC in NFTs (Yeah)
Looking very flee in my fleece (Yeah)
Baby wanna sit on my face
[Chorus: Joyce Wrice]
Oh, really?
I see you hittin' my phone
Oh, really?
Say that you love my songs
Oh, really?
Knowing back then, couldn't get a response
Shine, shine, now I'm on
b*tch can't do no wrong (Oh)
I'll take you out, write you off (Oh)
Can't stand a fake double-cross (Oh)
I paved the path that I'm on, really
Oh, really?

[Outro: Lou Phelps & Guapdad 4000]
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Better stop playin' these games, yeah
Oh, really?
You ain't never done me like this
Oh
They don't got no clue
Got sh*t do deal with, but that is on you
Yeah
Yeah
You act like you never heard
No, talkin' bout, yeah, uh, what, I don't know
Whatever