OMO

(Ha, Ha, Woah, Woah, Yeahh)

(Ha, Ha, Woah, Mue! Woah, Woah, Woah)

Okay, I don't know how to do this shit all on my own

I got my wife, yeah, she my kinfolk, Hitting my shot like it's a free throw

And she in the back of the party, off coke (woah woah) She wanna fuck on the low, yeah, I know (yeah I know)

I'ma just chill with my twin, yeah, I'm talking my glow

Then I hop out the Wraith yeah I swerve My money got longer, no Lil Uzi Vert

Cause I put all my trust up in God and the church

Now she hitting my phone, I'm like, yeah, what's the word (yeah)

Oh my God, gotta get off these perks Pop me an x, now my tummy gone hurt