omg lyrics
by bleood
[Verse]
Racks, cash, big bags, I run it up, little b*tch, don't bluff
Know I got hella sticks in my cut, artillery, ho, I came sticked up
Put Vivienne Westwood on my sl*t
Oh my God, oh my, oh my, oh my God, huh, yeah
She a sl*t, can't cuff, cup on cup, she want to have sex
Take off my Vivienne necklace off, hella cash, racks
Run it up, hella cheese, them noodles, that Velveeta
This Hellcat pushing, we catching up, we in diff brackets, boy, you a scrub
That ho trying to f*ck up on a thug
These brand new kicks, can't f*ck them up
Hella cash and racks, run it up, put Vivienne Westwood on my sl*t
Oh my God