out my lawn freestyle Lyrics

Oh my god

Oh my oh my lord

Oh oh oh my stars

Dog hoes think they slick

Get yo shit, out out out my lawn

Ya Allah, look who I'mma call, Debo mashallah

You gone land a left on they jaw, I'm gone get they jawn

I'mma get that check, cha-ching, she want a ring

Yes, I do, indeed, keep that shit a fling

I be way too lax with quali of the shit I bring

Who is Steven Singer? I don't need him to make Tina sing

I been up-up

For a min-min

Don't remember when it began

And I'm here now but it's hella near that place a nigga had been

Couldn't place a nigga back then

Now they recognize my voice

Then this face card came in

And his homegirl made that choice

It's a cruel world with cool girls

Oi you know I stay ice

I was tutored by them niggas

Who was jewelers in the night

You would think my niggas flipping when they tripping over ice

Big up dope, billow-billow smoke, with a show that get them right

Like Ain't It Fun?

Living in the real world, but I'm really with the funds

Ayo double take that Philly nigga got some Brooklyn sons

They been tryna book me, got them sick of where I'm from

They been playing hooky, niggas book it and they run

Fake rich, look them Benjis getting thinner

That baby momma want me you gone need a sitter

I feel like Cardi, shit tomorrow I'm a killer

Had a glow up, so red bottoms when I hit them

Bare bottles, I was drinking

Scared niggas' stock of liquor

They'll call it robbing licking

I call it Robinhood giving

Cheers for the god mission

We eat off lost pilgrims

Feel like this not christian

But hell ain't like hot niggas hot

Oh my god

Oh my oh my lord

Oh oh oh my stars

O-O-Oh my god

Oh my oh my lord-lord

Lord

Oh my stars

Ya Allah, look who I'mma call

C-call-c-call-call, mashallah

You gone land a left on they jaw, Debo mashallah

I'mma get that check

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She want a ring

Yes, I do, indeed, keep that shit a fling

I be way too lax with quali of the shit I bring

Who is Steven Singer? I don't need him to make Tina sing

Oh my god

Oh my oh my lord

Oh oh oh my stars

Dog hoes think they slick

Get yo shit, out out out my lawn

Ya Allah, look who I'mma call, Debo mashallah

You gone land left on they jaw, I'm gone get they jawn

I'mma get that check, cha-ching, she want a ring

Yes, I do, indeed, keep that shit a fling

I be way too lax with quali of the shit I bring

Who is Steven Singer? I don't need him to make Tina sing