Oh Ya lyrics

[Intro: Lil Keed]
Yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah
Ay DeCicco, what up my n*gga?
Let's go, let's go
Keed talk to 'em!

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I get in her mouth and I drop her right off
It's [?] b*tch you hear the exhaust
n*gga play crazy we shootin' at his mouth
Yeah I'm drippin' sh*t that not even out
I got on O like its snowing in the house
I'm stuffin' these racks in a lil' bitty pouch
These n*ggas like candles they burnin' right out
We run up these bands, oh yeah
We go get a bag, oh yeah
I'm drippin' these custom made pants, oh yeah
I'm known to pop at your man, oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 1: Pesh Mayweather]
Don't take the mob and they be what I'm reppin' and that 'til the death of me
You blowin' her phone up and textin' that b*tch but she layin' right next to me
Might be on ecstasy we not the same there's a major discrepancy
I done found out the recipe, n*gga this is my destiny
Lookin' for pictures [?]
Shoot up your hood all you seen was smoke
Then [?] like a Cleveland coach
One of a kind you ain't seen before
Her beautiful mind just like [?]
In an old school sittin' on a hundred spokes
These n*ggas [?] like a checkerboard
Pull up in something you can't afford
With a bad b*tch that you can't ignore
Yeah that's my young bool no mantador
We waving red flags like a mantador
f*ck did you think that they can't afford
Strapped with a Tony Montana torch
Pesh he the hardest Atlanta boy
Been rapping on duct tape and alley boy
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I get in her mouth and I drop her right off
It's [?] b*tch you hear the exhaust
n*gga play crazy we shootin' at his mouth
Yeah I'm drippin' sh*t that not even out
I got on O like its snowing in the house
I'm stuffin' these racks in a lil' bitty pouch
These n*ggas like candles they burnin' right out
We run up these bands, oh yeah
We go get a bag, oh yeah
I'm drippin' these custom made pants, oh yeah
I'm known to pop at your man, oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 2: Pesh Mayweather]
I'm the wrong n*gga to f*ck with
Ride with no [?] got a stick in the cut
[?] got me booted on muddy
I'm so geeked up my state of mind be f*cked
[?] don't try to play me
b*tch I go hard, y'all are fugazi
I got a team full of shooters like KD
My trap going crazy like crack in the 80's
[?] cartel going brazy
She poppin' her pus*y for me so amazing
She look like she asian and mixed with caucasian
Pesh in the building a special occasion
[?] red it's bloody invasion
You n*ggas ain't throwin' no money you playin'
We been having paper what the f*ck is you sayin'
f*ck all the hating with no hesitation
Shoot the b*tch up when [?]
[?] outside and they waitin'
[?]
I'm going crazy I'm f*cking retarded
In the city of Atlanta, I'm the hardest
I bust yo head in broad daylight regardless
Cause I beat the charges, I'm on that mob sh*t
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I get in her mouth and I drop her right off
It's [?] b*tch you hear the exhaust
n*gga play crazy we shootin' at his mouth
Yeah I'm drippin' sh*t that not even out
I got on O like its snowing in the house
I'm stuffin' these racks in a lil' bitty pouch
These n*ggas like candles they burnin' right out
We run up these bands, oh yeah
We go get a bag, oh yeah
I'm drippin' these custom made pants, oh yeah
I'm known to pop at your man, oh yeah, oh yeah