Oven Mitts Lyrics

Yeah, as a youngin niggas ain't know I got it

Mother, sister, brother doubt it Man, they should've checked the product

Oh, look a young nigga got it rose from the concrete sprouted

From the bottom rose up out it Now look the neck, wrist froze

Necklace gold, come to me for your checklist goals

First class, y'all niggas still buying exit rows

Set trip though, see how good you and your bitch next trip go

See the rocks and the necklace glow Probably wanna get your neck slit slow

Kill yourself, or you can heal yourself But I don't see that happening

I got a big floor rug You can lay down and get yourself wrapped up in

I am not the one to fuck with I am way beyond your budget

I will bag your bitch in public Disrespect to her face she'll love it

Heard she a lovely kitten You in love, you smitten

I grabbed the bitch's box with some oven mittens

Like, yep, I did it, yep, I did it, nigga

Yo, yeah, okay, I'm back now

Unique with that sound, never back down

Gat sound, now he layin' back down

Never dealin' with the pat down

Step in the building strapped down

Kiss a nigga, wanna act up

He strapped up, then he get clapped down

I'm cool with envy

Niggas wanna hate

Every time a nigga movin' through the city

Groovin', bitches throwin' me the booty

Doin' it like I be doin' it for TV

All the baddest bitches wanna get in tune with me

Move with me, uh

I'm like, whoa, bitch, you gotta slow down

Think you movin' a little too quickly

Let's go, huh

You need to slow down, bitch

Yeah, back for the third round

Shot heard around the world

It's a round sound

Niggas hot that I'm around they girl

Cause I be takin' her to pound town

She so excited, she said she lost weight

She's 22 pounds down

Shit good for you, bitch

After we fuck, don't call my phone

You hear the pound sign

Or sound

Or whatever

Yeah

Vic, let's go

Yeah

You know I had to give you one of these, bro

You know I had to give you one of these, vic

Uh, yeah, yeah

It's Snubb geez, bitch

Matter of fact, vic

Just go ahead and fade me out on these niggas, man

Fuck these niggas, huh

They gotta pay for these seconds

Uh, let's go

Let's go

Let's go

Yeah

Matter of fact, vic

You got a Lighter, I gotta smoke my black