OH OH OH Lyrics

Whoa

Uhn uhn

Let's rock out

Let's go, let's rock out

Mr. GSK

Whoa

Rockstars

Whoa

Cover me up for my bitch in the wrong

Need me some shows, book me up, then I'm gone

Ain't showin' up, gotta sign up a form

I'm zooted up, I'ma shit on the moon

Oh, oh, oh, she know that I'm up

She know that I'm one

Uh, oh, oh, oh I'm hittin' these hoes, I just do it for fun

Yeah, I'm in that mood, I'm not stopping for none

Rock out the stage, I just make me a bun

I told Young Blazy that he is the one

All of my niggas go up, that's the plan

Hatin' ass niggas can't eat with clan

Why you worry bout me? I'm just stackin' this money

Oh, oh, oh, bad lil' bitch, she textin' my number (Uhn, woah)

Oh, oh, oh, fine lil' bitch, I'm diggin' her stomach, woah

I always been tellin' these hoes that I'm goin' up

Got this shit on my watch

They always been hatin' on bro, I told him don't fold

Yeah, we goin' up, uh, uhn

Yeah I'm not new to this, I started this shit that you're doin' bae

None of these niggas be fan of me

And I know these niggas be hatin' me

You got some drink in your cup pour me up

I'm in this bitch with a slut suck me up

I'm in this bitch, I'm gone, the fuck you on?

You can't tell me bout nothin', yeah

I'm off a pill, I'm gone, the fuck you on?

You can't tell me bout nothin', ooh

She put that shit in my hands, caressing her pants

My pants falling off, whoa

I'm not new to this, I'm in the studio dyin for this

Niggas out sendin' diss

I send my boy and he aim at his face

Girls on me like I'm Drake, that's great

Move with blick on my side, don't hate

Just like I'm Pluto, I make the hoe wait

Whenever I'm hungry, she bringin' that cake

I'm in this bitch tryna vibe, with ten girls

Turn up my music, let's vibe, that's damn right

I don't even talk to hoes right after I hit it

Said that I'm evil, I don't even text these folks

Whenever I drop, yeah, I'm going demon

I'm rockin' shit, I can't even pronounce

I'm makin' money, I made that shit bounce

Poured me a quarter, I need me a ounce

Everything lit, gettin' it by the pound

I'm goin' ghost poppin' up lost and found

Begging and shit in my DMs, like, huh

She don't need you, but she glazing to my ugh

I'm like, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh fine lil' bitch, I'm textin' her number, oh whoa

Oh, oh, oh, bad lil' bitch, I'm diggin' her stomach, oh whoa

Oh, oh, oh, fine lil' bitch, said she is the one, oh whoa

Oh, oh, oh, fine lil' bitch, I'm diggin' her stomach, Uh hn

Oh woah oh

Uh hn

Oh woah oh

Oh woah oh