Oh Really ft. Johntaae & Why Q Lyrics

Come on Johntaae

Niggas Kap they work at Lids

My bother finna come home, got 9 more days he locked up doing a bid

If you don't support me right now don't try to fuck with me when shit get big

200k on the way to a million

Gotta keep dropping hot shit make em feel me

I cannot shop with you if it ain't the real one

I can't fuck with these niggas I'm chilling

He mad cause i charge for a feature, OH REALLY

I used to ride down the road pop a wheelie

Don't know if he four five or bangin the billy

Thought I was blood cause I keep a couple of em with me

Made the boy get low , dance shimmy

Pack touch down make that boy hit the griddy

Keep shit cool you don't know how I'm feeling

I'm fucking this ho I'll be done in a minute

She don't want him cause that boy there a scrub

Dog shit on me got that shit straight out the mud

Four pockets full, 50s & Dubs

Swing on who? Leave him wet as a tub

The 10 milly bite his ass up like a snake

I'm pushing this weight huh

I fucked her too good the bitch asked if I ate

Lil T he the goat it ain't for debate

Only time I freeze up bitch period late

Bitch what the fuck did you say

That boy there on "M" but we call him a "J"

Ask where I'm at I'm somewhere here catching a play

Im off the wall like some vans

Had to switch it up nigga ain't stick to the plan

I can slime the boy out put the racks in my hand

When I seen the police only tune that I ran

Uh, I took a few shots now I'm back

That bread in my hand I don't know how to act

I'm piped up they told me "Lil T just relax"

Q shook the whole stu when he crunk up the scat

Felling like Yeezy in the booth with all black

Get hit with the Glock tryna stab in the back

Like who, somebody tell him relax

I can't kap , I hit the bitch with a hat

T tried to gatekeep the beat I ain't going

Think that I'm going, I'm already knowing

Quick to kick a bitch out if she get annoying

I'll get a nigga up and get to sticking & bowing

200k on the way to a million

Gotta keep dropping hot shit make em feel me

I cannot shop with you if it ain't the real one

I can't fuck with these niggas I'm chilling

He mad cause i charge for a feature, OH REALLY

I used to ride down the road pop a wheelie

Don't know if he four five or bangin the billy

Thought I was blood cause I keep a couple of em with me

Made the boy get low , dance shimmy

Pack touch down make that boy hit the griddy

Keep shit cool you don't know how I'm feeling

I'm fucking this ho I'll be done in a minute

She don't want him cause that boy there a scrub

Dog shit on me got that shit straight out the mud

Four pockets full, 50s & Dubs

Swing on who? Leave him wet as a tub