Oh Wow lyrics

[Intro]
Thrax Productions

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Uh, all this ice up on my body look like glitter, b*tch
Yeah, let's have a cookout, cook some ribs and sh*t
Big boolin' in the back, you know I'm bickin' it
Yeah, talk down, pus*y, blow your wig and sh*t
I'm a TR666-666, a demon, yeah, oh
You don't want it, b*tch, you can come and get it
I'm a savage, I make some split decisions
I shoot choppers and hit head-on collisions
I speak wisdom and get that much as vision
You speak bird sh*t with the mind of a pigeon
That's why your money the size of a midget
I told my b*tch to hop on my di*k and move around like a fidget

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, yeah
Oh wow, oh wow, oh my God
Yeah, oh wow, oh wow
Oh wow, oh wow
Oh my God, huh, oh my God, b*tch
Oh wow, oh my God, b*tch
Oh wow, oh, oh
[Verse: Cuban Doll]
He slept in that pus*y, had him screamin', "Oh my God, b*tch"
No, I'm not an amateur, yeah, I know how to ride di*k (Ayy)
You f*ckin' with a dime b*tch, not a basic side chick (Okay, ayy)
Whoever make deposits, that's who I'ma slide with
For the Porsche, it's two-seater, Ferraris and garages (Yeah)
And my-and my thighs thick (Damn), I deserve some diamonds
He ready to cuff me, wedding dress like Dennis Rodman (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch, I need an Audemar (Ayy), you gotta put the time in (b*tch)
Got the whole gang with me (Yeah), I feel like Verizon (What?)
Cartier frames, ayy, just to rest my eyes in (Okay, okay)
b*tches signed the wrong deal, now they-now they cryin'
I just move in silence, and that was perfect timing (b*tch)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Uh, all this ice up on my body look like glitter, b*tch
Yeah, let's have a cookout, cook some ribs and sh*t
Big boolin' in the back, you know I'm bickin' it
Yeah, talk down, pus*y, blow your wig and sh*t
I'm a TR666-666, a demon, yeah, oh
You don't want it, b*tch, you can come and get it
I'm a savage, I make some split decisions
I shoot choppers and hit head-on collisions
I speak wisdom and get that much as vision
You speak bird sh*t with the mind of a pigeon
That's why your money the size of a midget
I told my b*tch to hop on my di*k and move around like a fidget
[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, yeah
Oh wow, oh wow, oh my God
Yeah, oh wow, oh wow
Oh wow, oh wow
Oh my God, huh, oh my God, b*tch
Oh wow, oh my God, b*tch
Oh wow, oh, oh