​ring lyrics

[Chorus: ohsxnta]
Yaha, ya, ha ha
pus*y ass n*ggas
I jus' spent like ten bands on some clothes
B-b*tch, I feel like Julio
Stupid hoe, tell her leave me 'lone
In the trap, ion' need a phone
For the Tec, aimin' at his dome
That boy broke, think he need a loan
Feel like Smoke, when I wear a mask (Shut the f*ck up)
In that 'Rari, it don't got no tags
Jugg sh*t, like "I'm gettin' that"
Thought he won, but I'm in my bag
You ain't got no follow, you a fag
I can't f*ck that hoe cause she a gnat
Dior belt, I don't f*ckin' sag
Fallin' off, boy you f*ckin' sad

[Verse 2: Smokingskul]
Smokin' on black, I might just get heart disease
b*tch, I'm in a push start, ain't no car keys
Yo' name don't got a ring, Charles Barkley
Just like you single, yo' name don't got ring to it
I love my stove, n*gga, cause I sing to it
I'm cookin' up meth, n*gga, I get into it
I'm smokin' on black, n*gga, like I been through it
Double cup, I feel like a frat
Step on him, like a walkin' mat
He put himself in that f*ckin' trap
He see hug juice, he gon' rat
This ain't TIME magazine, I keep a mag
Chop wit' extensions, you could get dragged
b*tch, I'm a cheap n*gga like that damn crab
White tracksuit, I might check into rehab (Like f*ck you n*gga, f*ck you n*gga)
[Verse 2: 1oneam]
Ay, haha, ha
I'm in a Benz, n*gga, ion' crash (Haha)
I jugg that boy now I laugh, ay
These n*ggas going out sad, ay
Young n*gga play with them racks (Yuh)
Young n*gga play with the cash (Haha)
Yo' b*tch, she throwing that ass, ha
These n*ggas goin' out sad, oh, ay
Hittin' yo b*tch, ion' go out to lunch
f*ck yo' feelings, sorry, tryna catch a nut
He want some smoke, n*gga better try ya' luck
Flexin' the cash, throw the bands like what (Like what, ha, ha)
n*ggas, they trash, I can't make this up
I keep the pole, I keep it tucked
Ay, stick on me, boy it don't jam (Jam)
These n*ggas soft, oh man (Ha)
Spend a lil' rack like damn, ay
These n*ggas sweeter than jam, ay
I got a pole and it bam (Bam)
He talkin' tough, that n*gga, he scram
I got the racks, I do a lil dance (Ha)
She throw it back, she do a lil, damn

[Chorus: ohsxnta]
Yaha, ya, ha ha
I jus' spent like ten bands on some clothes
B-b*tch, I feel like Julio
Stupid hoe, tell her leave me 'lone
In the trap, ion' need a phone
For the Tec, aimin' at his dome
That boy broke, think he need a loan
Feel like Smoke, when I wear a mask
In that 'Rari, it don't got no tags
Jugg sh*t, like "I'm gettin' that" (pus*y ass n*ggas)
Thought he won, but I'm in my bag
You ain't got no follow, you a fag
I can't f*ck that hoe cause she a gnat
Dior belt, I don't f*ckin' sag
Fallin' off, boy you f*ckin' sad (Shut the f*ck up)