Oh Lyrics

Yee, yee, yee

Aye ion' know what these niggas thought but this ain't that and that ain't this

One thing I know and two things fasho is that cross gon' come with c(h)riss

Fuck cuttin' the grass I had to burn the yard the snakes started to hiss

Then fuck the booth up when I'm mad for all the shit that got me pissed

It's the principle they miss, how you pretend that don't exist

Ion' donate plasma but it's crazy how I watch my blood switch

Cause they say anything you know you lame stay talking like a bitch

And you can't go rack for rack with me so stay up in yo' niche

Want the tea go buy a Brisk

On my fit I spent yo' rent

'Fore a nigga ever cross me I advise him to repent

Use to be dirty but still cool like the water up in Flint

Now I'm making all this money I lost count of what I spent

I done been a lot of shit (yee)

But not once was I flaw (uh huh)

Ion' answer unknown numbers but pick up whenever you call

And yea she sexy, she gave me the box but it ain't have no walls (haha)

Taco Bell then the hotel, I ain't take her to no mall (nah)

I gotta' call a spade a spade

No this ain't SAW ain't finna play

I'm from the projects

Feel like StockX, way I'm pointing out the fakes

This gas I'm smoking shit be potent it hit like these 808's (808's)

And when it come to chasing paper put me up there with the greats

Aye ion' know what these niggas thought but this ain't that and that ain't this

One thing I know and two things fasho is that cross gon' come with c(h)riss

Fuck cuttin' the grass I had to burn the yard the snakes started to hiss

Then fuck the booth up when I'm mad for all the shit that got me pissed

It's the principle they miss, how you pretend that don't exist

Ion' donate plasma but it's crazy how I watch my blood switch

Cause they say anything you know you lame stay talking like a bitch

And you can't go rack for rack with me so stay up in yo' niche

In real life ion' like to vent, on these beats I flip a switch

I don't know who I can trust so I keep my stick just like a witch

I brought this crib into the family nigga this the thanks I get

Behind my back my dawg was fucking my sister how could I forget

Hell nah ain't no mo' trust that's it

Ion' know what the fuck they on

I found out a whole year later nigga you ain't think to hit my phone

And this shit hurt me, my bro turned his back when my support was shown

All that bullshit you condone, nigga who helped y'all get that home

I'ma leave it alone cause life goes on

Running thru my head just like a comb

And I don't care to lose nobody cause I never do 'em wrong

Shit get rocky, Sylvester Stallone

But the world is mine like Al Capone

If you ain't on what I be on then move around just like a cone cause

Ion' know what these niggas thought but this ain't that and that ain't this

One thing I know and two things fasho is that cross gon' come with c(h)riss

Fuck cuttin' the grass I had to burn the yard the snakes started to hiss

Then fuck the booth up when I'm mad for all the shit that got me pissed

It's the principle they miss, how you pretend that don't exist

Ion' donate plasma but it's crazy how I watch my blood switch

Cause they say anything you know you lame stay talking like a bitch

And you can't go rack for rack with me so stay up in yo' niche

It's the principle they miss, how you pretend that don't exist

Ion' donate plasma but it's crazy how I watch my blood switch

Cause they say anything you know you lame stay talking like a bitch

And you can't go rack for rack with me so stay up in yo' niche

And you can't go rack for rack with me so stay up in yo' niche