[Intro]
Yeah, I told y'all
OMG, Oh My Goodness
Ain't f*cking around
Come on!
[Verse 1: OMG]
b*tch, what's my name
O-M to the
A.K.A, bad ass n*gga
Young California
Don't just hit switches
SLR, I fly past n*ggas
No pot on the stove
OMG, I'm hot and I'm cold
I ain't gotta put you in a box with the chrome
I kill you with the music, you like [?]
I gotta go
I told Dough
That I'd meet him at the top of the throne
Catch me with this b*tch in these retro 4's
With a bad b*tch, you couldn't make it on your own
I'm so cold, and I'm sorry mama
But I can't say I'm gonna change
I'm gonna stay
Repping the n*ggas that's on the end of my chain
Shout out [?] L.A
Lenchmob [?] be the gang
Heir to Californ-I-A
West side until I'm in my grave
No drinking, no smoke, for [?]
[?] Cigars, and champagne
Cause my team be winning games
Throwing stacks, that's a parade
f*ck b*tches, and f*ck po-lice
So much, I should say it twice
Don't need a n*gga read me my rights
I'm too busy living my life
Yeah, this my life, this the life
With two chicks, I'm getting [?]
And you know if they came through
Then they staying overnight
But not tonight, I got a flight
From Vegas after the fight
Better be wi-fi on my flight
Cause my hoes be loving Skype
OMG, I'm in this b*tch
Kicking it here with my big bro
All these hoes be Shannon Brown
Jumping all over Monica
f*ck with us, n*gga might f*ck around end up layed out in chalk
Paralyzed n*ggas can't do that walk
All you n*ggas do is talk
And if I offend you supposed thugs
Excuse my Kanye West, Michael Jordan shrug
And that's word to Percy Miller
Young ice, like water to these thirsty ass b*tches, no hands
[Outro: OMG]
No hands, no hands
Tell that b*tch to suck my di*k
With no hands, no hands, no hands