O.M.G. Lyrics

Don't try to knock what I'm doin'

You know I'm a pro

I'mma give it all I got

You better keep it on the low

If they say they comin'

And you roll wit' them

It's over bro

I'mma take you all out

This what I'm about

Best believe

Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' my team

And that's forever

If I see somethin' about to go down

Then I'mma pull the lever

No hesitation from me

But you gon' be the reason

Why your family grieve

I succeed

Yes I'm clever

I achieve

At the party light a blunt

Wit' the flame thrower

Got these mother fuckers like

(Ahhh, yea I got em' like)

Oh my God

These boy's are too raw

(What, what, what, what)

They just talkin' wit' they jaw

And made us back up against the wall

Then our pussy's fall

To the ground, we didn't make a sound

Yeah, our clock always tickin'

(uh-huh)

Noones tell us that we outta bounds

Yeah, so keep them death threats

If you wanna bring it to us

Just show up to our door steps

We so ready for ya

Yeah, they ain't sayin' nothin'

They ain't doin' nothin'

Know they frontin', see em' bluffin'

Catch me stuntin', isn't that somethin'

And I told ya that ya would

Knew that I could

Fulfill this dream I got

Now you on my wood

Shoulda, coulda, woulda

But you ain't here right now

And wasn't in the past

So now you can kiss my fuckin' ass

(Bye)

Andy Kapps bitch, now I get a buncha cash

If you see me steppin' out the whip

Then you gon' see them camera's flash

Rock a chain that you know be the heaviest'

Rollin' wit' my dogs

These mother fuckers be the deadliest

(Yeah, and we got em like)

Oh my God

These boy's are too raw

They just talkin' wit' they jaw

And made us back up against the wall

Then our pussy's fall

To the ground, we didn't make a sound

Yeah, our clock always tickin'

Noones tell us that we outta bounds

(And they like)

Oh my God

These boy's are too raw

They just talkin' wit' they jaw

And made us back up against the wall

Then our pussy's fall

To the ground, we didn't make a sound

Yeah, our clock always tickin'

Noones tell us that we outta bounds

O.M.G. you know me, ha

3-R-D

Space Candy

E-N-T

A.K.

Wooo

Yeah, yeah

Ugh, whatcha want, whatcha want

Ugh, whatcha want, yeah yeah

Yeah, smoke a blunt

Yeah, just smoke a blunt

And shut the fuck up