OAKWOOD Lyrics

Bad lil' shorty, she don't show no love

Take her back to the 'telly

Get that bitch fucked

Oh my God, Jay's moving up

And your touch is like a drug

I'm an addict, I can't get enough

Walk in with my blicky tucked

Pulled up to the function, had to smoke a fucking blunt

Niggas always talking like they fucking know me, yuh

Put banana on the clip and destroy shit yuh, damn

I said, man I'm really out here doing everything I can

I said, bitch I'm finna put on

Do it all for the fam

Hit them, yuh yuh

Diamonds on me, bitch, they tough

In the club and she whispered that she liked it rough

Who am I to pass her up

Bitch, I ain't no scrub

Married to my bitch already and I hit it once

You wouldn't know what being a real nigga was

I said, bitch, are you down for it

How many times I got to tell you I'm down for it

Quit making problems or you not going to be around for it

And I'm shopping like hit lotto

I got fashion, got styles to pick

In the coupe, we got miles to whip

New fucking dynamic, too wild to fix

I put them in a row, put them in a row

Let that chopper split, let them bullets go, yuh

Don't even talk to me, you don't know what I know

Load the magazine, read it like it's Vogue

Leaking through my shirt, damn heart too cold

Talking to you hurt, damn I got to go