Oh sh*t! (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: MrHeadA$$Trendy]
Ayy, back the f*ck up for I spray with my thingy thing
n*gga I'm Trendy my eyes is on lingy ling
I'm off the top like the cap on my water
I created n*ggas I'm practically father
b*tch, I got b*tches on top of these memes
You think n*ggas real but it ain't what it seems
I used to be lame back when I was a teen
But I'm finna dip and go focus on green

[Chorus: MrHeadA$$Trendy]
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*tch? I think that I want her
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*tch? I think that I want her
Back the f*ck up, b*tch
That's my b*tch, boy, you late
I don't want my ex, b*tch I'm rich
Now I'm straight

[Verse 2: Tae Retro]
Retro, I run up the bag for adrenaline
He diss me in songs, but shakin' in person, somebody go pass him some Ritalin (He lame)
I shattered her back in like two diffеrent places, I told that lil hoe "Lеt me hit again" (Oh No)
Y'all n*ggas be fightin' for petty old reasons, y'all might as well go settle differences (Hold on, Retro)
The truth everything that I been speakin'
So what to a furnace, I been heatin'
Ran up the bag but I don't even brag, n*ggas hop on the socials and start tweakin'
Feel like I'm Herbo, I Been Havin
Ain't really tough, boy, you been actin'
Left my old girl because she like to gossip and all of that gossip can get tragic
[Chorus: MrHeadA$$Trendy]
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*tch? I think that I want her
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*tch? I think that I want her
Back the f*ck up, b*tch
That's my b*tch, boy, you late
I don't want my ex, b*tch I'm rich
Now I'm straight

[Verse 3: MrHeadA$$Trendy & Tae Retro]
Shut the f*ck up and just drop the neck
After we done, who is topping next?
b*tch my name Trendy, put di*k in her keister
Hop off my di*k like a bunny on Easter
D-done with these wonky ass funky ass n*ggas
I slept with your b*tch, why she taking a picture?
She takin' a picture, I might just go hit her
Then tell all my friends that I never was with her
I might just f*ck on my best friend lil' sister
I'm ignorant, plus I got bodies like stifler
No pole in my room, but she dance like a stripper
Didn't call her a ride, but I still might Lyft her
You ain't on sh*t, like a laxative
She like my di*k cause my money on maximum, huh
If he want a verse, then I'm taxin' him
Hoes love my songs because my flow immaculate
[Outro: Tae Retro]
Heh, Retro, Retro