Oh My lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh

[Verse]
Who are you?
b*tch, I'm that young n*gga, I'm gettin' racks
Yeah, I f*cked your ex ho
And she was bad so a young n*gga could brag, yeah
But she a ho
n*gga want smoke, we make him choke
The b*tch got a fatty like woah, woah
Was like, "oh my God," when she dropped that sh*t low
I was like, "oh my God" (God)

[Chorus]
So many muf*ckin' broads (So many muf*ckin' broads)
Yeah, oh my God, hatin' n*ggas, get jobs (b*tch, yeah)
Lil' n*gga, on my gang (Gang)
OTM, we goin' up, n*gga (Up b*tch)
Give no f*ck, if you wan' f*ck wit' me, now you outta luck (Woah)

[Verse]
Mhm, who leave the lil' n*gga like, mhm?
I said, "boy, we got a problem" now the n*gga talkin' like, "mhm"
Made that b*tch choke, the lil' b*tch was like, "mhm"
That b*tch was chokin', I need my coin up like gettin' them tokens
Made that b*tch real sad like Jay, she broken (Yeah)
I'm f*ckin' that ho, and her friend, she soakin' (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Oh my days, all y'all n*ggas so gay (Yeah)
I feel like I'm Austin, I'm saying, "my goodness"
I'm hittin' that boy, n*gga takin' them bullets, yeah
Why yo' lil' ho lookin'?
Why yo' b*tch lookin'?
You wish that man's, why is you lookin'?
Yeah, if a problem come up, know a n*gga not bookin'
Yeah n*gga, we getting him tooken
Oh my heaven's, stupid ass n*gga said Bush did 9/11
I put on a show n*gga, like David Letterman
n*ggas hatin', ain't heard of you
Why is you letting them?
Got a Glock .9 gen and a MAC-11
They ain't playing no games, I ain't not Tyler Blevins
Beat ya' ass by my damn self, ain't no sending hits
They look at us like, "oh my God, they be making hits"
Oh my God (God)
[Chorus]
So many muf*ckin' broads (So many muf*ckin' broads)
Yeah, oh my God, hatin' n*ggas, get jobs (b*tch, yeah)
Lil' n*gga, on my gang (Gang)
OTM, we goin' up, n*gga (Up b*tch)
Give no f*ck, if you wan' f*ck wit' me, now you outta luck (Woah)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, woah