Oh My God Lyrics

Oh my God oh my God (uh)

Flippin whippin pimpin bars (uh)

Heather Ruffles wit the bars (uh)

Recommend the highest charge (uh)

Did my time n now I’m free (woo)

Niecy Williams wanna be (uh)

But yet and still ain’t nothin free (uh)

I’m cookin pay that auntie fee (uh)

Slicker than a pair of skis (yeah)

A nigga be hot like swarm ah bees

I figure you best not fuck wit me

However ya bitches fuck wit me

But the boo can rest (bucharest) like shawarma see

Me flippin that French she want qui qui (wee wee)

I enter the dragon say Li Li

If it’s collect then yes you know it’s me

She scam a nigga for that bail (uh)

Like LL we do it well (uh)

Ain’t no joker (joke or) Christian bale

Y’all full of air ya shit be stale

Meanwhile I got the bitches (whoo)

Bae’ll ask me where the digits

Bout to make em pay a ticket

Pimpin round the clock I’m tickin

The flow turbo I I Im tickin

Yo vocals suck you-you-you tickin

I bought a new bag a nigga trippin (uh)

I got some new pads a nigga flippin (uh)

I made a new swag a nigga drippin (uh)

I hit it like Zab a nigga stickin (uh)

Slide in DM’s Neva slippin (uh)

Breathalyze me still I’m sipping (uh)

Hip hop boxed me but I’m kickin

Gettin shwifty bitch I’m Rickin

Oh my god oh my god

Oh my god oh my god

Ain’t it odd ain’t it odd

Oh my god oh my god

Oh my god oh my god

Oh my god oh my god

My fans tell me keep it real (oooh)

This just vibrainuim n steel (uh)

Can A nigga just upgrade the shield?

Can I have both the Red and blue pill? (Uh)

Bitches caught up in the matrix (woo)

Niggas agents steady hatin (woo)

Make me wonder will I make it

Producers play so beats I’m makin

Now you gotta watch like stakin (out)

I’m dunder mifflin paper makin (ouch)

Rap is haptic keep it shakin (wow)

A brotha be poppin grease and bacon (ow)

But still they don’t play me On ya station

Capin fakeness waitin till I make it

Me I’m lacin freakin playlist see it lasik crystal lakin kill it Jason

Swear to God my Time comin (uh)

Cummin like a fat ass onion (uh)

Aye I’m Yuske spirit gunnin (uh)

Yurameshi tess me I’m bussin (uh)

Somethin like the D Dot (yeah, uh)

Iron pimpin used to wait a lot

Gasket blew shit was runnin hot

Credit better now I’m at the lot

We gon make it nigga like the lox

Used to member ramen in the pot

Now I’m rymin blowin on the pot

The pharcyde make a nigga drop

I was comin back dirty dirty

She was tryna keep me til I’m 30

But see the pull up game Stephen curry

The only slamma know is mista Erving

Oh my god oh my god

Oh my god oh my god

Ain’t it odd ain’t it odd

Oh my god oh my god

Oh my god oh my god

Oh my god oh my god

Ain’t it odd ain’t it odd

Oh my god oh my god

Oh my god oh my god

Oh my god oh my god