Ohh Wee ft. Mac Dre, Chino & Angel Lyrics

Let me clear my throat

Yes, yes, yes

We're no longer doing it big

It's gigantic up in this motherfucka

I definitely got my drones

Mac I

The one that put the P with the I

They don't need no help till I die

I just been pimpin

Face strapped with full glimpse

Gangsta mack boy

Fuck that bullshit

And can't help it

Keep to heaters

Cause I like my shit melted

Back at you sucka

Game hungry

Here's a snack motherfucka

Spittin' rap lyrics

Hittin' fat dudes

It pays them every visit

That's who it is

Like every day

We caught up late

Always to get paid

To get laid

I'm doin' it every day

I got mine and that's for sure

There ain't no line

I'm speakin' to scrappy

I stay strapped with 059 music

We ain't posed

It's time to go

I got a 2x page

Let's save it

Make it go

It won't go through

It has to

In about 10 kilos

I'm like

It's time to show

Who gives a nigga

That rhythm for cheap

Before gettin' young

I'm preachin' niggas

Me and Carl

See some fun

When I'm dodgin' in traffic

We hit up all sides

Runnin

We like it

Don't even get sloppy

Drugs don't handcuff your hoe

That's where you pose

And get fucked

We like it

Can't be standin

In the good

With these steady

Pitchin' hustle

Man cheatin' with me

We like it

I'm on pain

And steady

Like the wound

Whoo wee

Whoo wee

I feel a game in place

Kill is what they made

Let's rock gloves on top

Cuz the big boss just paged it

A hundred thousand

Split in four ways

I don't want

Nobody seen

A woman's

Flusted face

Picture with that connection

Got searched

Like the specialists

For why I tap

To the camera

Stripped neck

That's how

We left it

Formal committee

Flats

My boy

They call the cutthroats

Got about

A half a motherfucker

Gettin' drunk

Actin' a fool

Sippin' on the cowboy

Mix it down with

Crackin' juice

Drivin' to your baby

Mama loose

It hurts

It's too much

Love that

Now I'm gettin' scratched

Go get mexed

I'm fuckin' your bad

Ain't like you

And I'm gettin' snatched

Just can't fend for

Love in the back

Now I'm on the freeway

It's smashin' city

It's back down

Still hookin' my

Pot in the mag rack

So we can

Pull them back down

Whoo wee

Vehicle sees a run

When I'm dropped

In the traffic

We like

Whoo wee

Can't they stand

Nickelodeon

With the steady picture

Hustlin' back

Cheeto in hand

We like

Whoo wee

Droppin' game on

Brite

Got them hoes

Throwin' pennies

Upstage

Like a whore

Whoo wee

This young M.P

I don't know

It's the pimp in me

They keep it so soft still

I'm like Roald Dahl

Start that

Niggas

And all him

Gon' break moves

Make moves major

Checkin' email

Via my pager

Mack Triz

Drink up

The real man

Pop me up

Kiss him

Pop me up

Kiss him

I just kiss him

Young C.Major

Backed up

The Wiz here

Every other

Three months

I just get up

Back out

Find another

Place to set up

A new spot

No cops

I'll splat

Quarter ice

Hey watch

What do I find

Coca-cola

Green leaves

And that's it

Dance on the ball

Costumes

Make that shit

On pins

I'm like Roald Dahl

Start that

Niggas

And all him

Gon' break moves

Make moves major

Checkin' email

Via my pager

Mack Triz

Drink up

The real man

Pop me up

Kiss him

Pop me up

Kiss him

I just kiss him

Young C.Major

Backed up

Three months

I just kiss him

Coca-cola

Green leaves

And that's it

Dance on the ball

Costumes

Make that shit

On pins

I'm like Roald Dahl

Start that

And that's my dick

Pop off with the lip

Bitch I'll take your chick

I'm the little dude

Known to go half on a slab

Oh yeah

Ask your bitch

I'll stretch

Throut like garaffe