Oh Oh Oh Lyrics

Ugh yea ugh yea ugh ugh

Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh

Ugh ugh ugh yea

Off the percocets and wockhardt

Strap on a gun like a rockstar

That nigga be talking shit but he not hard

Smoking on gas and it's top notch

Pole in my hand

Make him dance like hop scotch

Good gas in the trap that's zaza

Me and your hoe connect like wifi

Hit that boy with a stick like fa fa

Me and EJ been running the streets

You say that's your hoe but you ain't even seen

The summer turnt cold got to keep you a heater

Drugs in my body I turnt to a feen

Im gonna hop in a caddy

My hoe gone ride for a nigga like Maggie

She put on my chain got her looking all happy

Smoking on Shawn dead ass he gassy

30 round this choppa gon make alot of sound

Heard we left Shawn dead ass on the ground

Got damn that Shawn pack was loud

I told that lil hoe that she bae

She want to chill with me

Chill with the gang

He thought he could run from the bullets no way

We gon hawk you down

Have you screaming Ricky

Chop with a big ole oh ho oh ho oh ho

Riding round town with a big ole chop

ARP on my waist gon send you to the doctor

We gon send that boy to the heavenly father

My pockets on 10 while your pockets on nada

Pockets on nada

Pockets on nada

Pockets on nada yeah