OH sh*t! lyrics

[Intro]
Maxo
Mathiastyner

[Verse 1: MrHeadA$$Trendy]
Ayy, back the f*ck up for I spray with my thingy thing
n*gga I'm Trendy my eyes is on lingy ling
I’m off the top like the cap on my water
I created n*ggas I'm practically father
b*tch I got b*tches on top of these memes
You think n*ggas real but it ain't what it seems
I used to be lame back when I was a teen
But I’m finna dip and go focus on green

[Chorus: MrHeadA$$Trendy]
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*tch? I think that I want her
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*tch? I think that I want her
Back the f*ck up, b*tch
That's my b*tch, boy, you late
I don't want my ex, b*tch I'm rich
Now I'm straight

[Verse 2: Ugly God]
I'm rich, now I'm straight
I f*ck your b*tch then I dip out the gate (listen)
f*ck that lil hoe from the back, now she limping
I would've kept that to myself
But I’m Christian
Y’all n*ggas kiss all the hoes I be hitting
Just gimme one night with your b*tch and I'm tricking
So why do y’all fall for that trap, tripping
Why do y'all fall for that trap, crickets
I get what I want from whoever
She eat it, gon' pay me her money or pay me a visit
She didn't have bread so she came to the back of the room
And she ate on my di*k like a biscuit
Damn
She used to be on your team
But now she on my roster
Like n*gga she traded
You and your crew know I do what I do
Now my kids in her stomach like n*gga we made it
(Thanks Ugly God, Thanks Ugly God)
[Chorus: MrHeadA$$Trendy]
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*tch? I think that I want her
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*tch? I think that I want her
Back the f*ck up, b*tch
That’s my b*tch, boy, you late
I don't want my ex, b*tch I'm rich
Now I'm straight

[Verse 3: MrHeadA$$Trendy & Ugly God]
Shut the f*ck up and just drop the neck
After we done who is topping next
b*tch my name Trendy put di*k in her keister
Hop off my di*k like a bunny on Easter
Done with these wonky ass funky ass n*ggas
I slept with your b*tch, why she taking a picture
Ain't hit that b*tch in a minute I miss her
She say that my nut really mix with that liquor
I might just f*ck on my best friend lil sister
I'm ignorant plus I got bodies like stifler
She just a fan but she can't take a picture with me and my n*ggas for Snapchat or Insta
You ain't on sh*t like a laxative
She like my di*k cause my money on maximum, huh
Pack in the mail? I'm taxin' em
Put all my hoes in a line and you know that I'm waxin' em
n*gga