OH BOY (Remix) ft. RETRO E Lyrics

Retro you know they done fucked up

Right

They fucked the fuck up

They done let us meet up in Cali man

Don't do dat

Don't do dat

Detroit in this bitch

Talk to em

I'm back

Retro

Detroit Diamond in this Bihhh

Aye

D Girl

Face Colder than a Mitten

A boss from P rock

Bank never giving pending

I hit the bitch twice

Then I'm gone

I'm never spinning

My momma only child

Guess I'm cursed with all this pimpin

Some low air ones

When I be stepping in the room

These niggas is trash

It's really funny I'm the broom

Get caught at the light

Yo family praying on the news

You touch one of mine

The nick a cannon

Yeah he doomed

The kity like rolls Royce

Never fuckin oh boy

Kashing on the kidd

His baby money

Making no noice

D Boy

Eat the groceries

Like a chew toy

Skilla for da baby

Or it's curtains

Make it yo choice

The beat Rocky

Eat up like it's my bitch

Kash doll

Hit up my line

Keep u Komin

Its a hit

I be Joseph wit the fashion

Different patek

Every wrist

Detroit Diamond

Ima rookie

But I'm still yo fav bitch

Mannnn

The niggas I hang around come from Different type of trenches

The ones that shoot with dice and The ones that shoot with switches

The ones that stuff they bags and the Ones that stuff they bitches

Nigga Stay tf from around me if you Ain't talking business

We gone always drop that heat

Turned the stu into the kitchen

Nigga What's with all the static

I can't vibe with all the tension

You said what you said

Give af about intention

How you bragging about stacks but Yo hood still penny pinching

Like who tf is ole boy

Roll em up and smoke boy

You did not shoot at me Nigga

Must of been a decoy

Up it

Better shoot it

Better be real

And bet not be a toy

A team full of grinches cause we Stealing niggas joy

Beat em till he bloody

Now he walking like he cripple

Nigga pulled a gun and gave his face A couple dimples

Caught em out lacking

Choked him out like a Simpson

You gone have to pray to God

When we send it through ya temple

Huhhh

When It's day time

I pop out wit purple of the flo

That's yo main bitch

I'm sorry lil nigga

That's my hoe

I done slowed down

This money keep on telling me to go

You a clown clown

I squeeze a nigga nose

Like I'm the coke

Heavy camp round

The cubins round my neck

Making me choke

Take LeBron crown

And put on my bitch

The goat of throat

We don't play round

You little bitty bitches

Take it slow

Hit that switch sound

Yo baby daddy duckin on the flo

Double cup

Brown

Roll up the loud

A foreign bitch

Make the huh sound

She start acting wild

All on my dick

Keep a K round

Im hitting my shots

We never miss

On the playground

We slide on a opp

Like who is this

Me I gotta big stash

Take yo bm

And hit her sister wit the trick bag

Skilla to the bros

But to you

Just call me Big Kash

Chain vvs

But the rollie give er whiplash

Damn

Lil BITCH how you figa

You can copy what I do

You ain't been where I been

You ain't walked up in my shoes

Call the burna Saint Nick

Cause we aiming at yo roof

You dumb ass nigga

Should've kept yo ass in school

Nigga Gangsta don't mean DUMB Who tf told you dat

Imma beat yo teacher ass

Cause she should've held you back

Tell ya mama hit my line

Cause her ass up next

Y'all some slow ass niggas

Should've been getting checks

Only thing in my head is them blues

Osmosis

Talk my shit

Halitosis

Since a younging

I been on it

Heads or tails

How you want it

Call the plug

And cop a quarter

Call the dealer

Switch the motor

Grab the whip and pop a donut

Imma tell you bitches once

I suggest you listen up

Yeah we moving by them Twos

We fasho gone be them 1's

And I heard them niggas sleep

They forgot to wake em up

But low and behold

We sending shots that ring alarms

Retro E and Detroit D

Call us Gody Ent

Take yo bitch and give her back

Matter fact the hoe was free

Catch a one way flight

Out to Cali from the D

Hit the blade icewood

Why she slurping on her knees

Nigga Ring around the Rosie

Got a pocket full of Poseys

Gotta Pull the curtain back

Lil Nigga better show me

Put a skirt on like a maid

If you shoot you better fold me

I'll flip a nigga top

Crack his egg like it's coney

D Bitches

Yeah this shit don't never stop

Nigga Tic Tac Toe

We putting niggas in a box

Banger after banger

We just need this one pop

Somebody tell Kash Doll

I dropped OH SEE YOP

It don't stop