OH, SHIT! Lyrics

Oh, shit

I don't wanna have a conversation if it ain't important

All that back and forth and forth and back is getting pretty boring

Fuck a killing spree at night imma do it in the morning

I been on it for a while being sober is too foreign

I've been on the run man this shit is so retarded

Who is that? Jean Bilama yeah your nigga getting started

It's pretty evident I left the fucking blood on the carpet

Fuck around, cross the line and nigga you gon be a target

I just got ready and left the apartment

Blue lights flickering through the garden

They wanna incarcerate me they don't wanna bargain

I'm a stranger I'm a mothafuckin martian

Left a killa on the loose they pressing charges

Quit askin all these stupid questions I ain't talking

I ain't tryna waste no time I'm just Stalling

Killing niggas on the beat has been my callin'

Easy peasy, lemon squeezy

Do not tease, Imma come for you

Peachy freaky, sticky yicky

You know she don't give a number two

Sleezy creepy, pretty tricky

Imma do the fuck I wanna do

Preachy preachy, lord forgive me

I ain't never wanted to be rude

It's a

It's a higher stake

Imma catch em slippin' as I elevate

Imma tap yo girl while you niggas hate

Imma get that brain watch me graduate

Legitimate

You a hoe ass nigga you illiterate

If it's understood then I don't need to demonstrate

Every so often I'm inconsiderate

Fuck a peace sign I'm coming with the heat

You know she got that fatty, she ain't coming with the grease

Y'all niggas had your chances my turn to get my piece

Sowing my seeds you can call that money tree

Bitch nigga please

You can never do it like me

Hard to get through, concrete

Words on the street

That Jean got your bitch, on your knees

You can have the left overs my G

Can't you see

That I got this shit on lock

Step aside let real niggas call the shots

Best believe I just claimed your motherucking spot

If you ain't Jean then you nights flopped

Y'all flopped niggas, flopped niggas