CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Oh Shit! (Remix)
Mathiastyner
Ayy, back the f**k up for I spray with my thingy thing
N***a I'm Trendy my eyes is on lingy ling
I'm off the top like the cap on my water
I created n***as I'm practically father
B*t*h, I got b*t*hes on top of these memes
You think n***as real but it ain't what it seems
I used to be lame back when I was a teen
But I'm finna dip and go focus on green
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*t*h? I think that I want her
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*t*h? I think that I want her
Back the f**k up, b*t*h
That's my b*t*h, boy, you late
I don't want my ex, b*t*h I'm rich
Now I'm straight
Retro, I run up the bag for adrenaline
He diss me in songs, but shakin' in person, somebody go pa** him some Ritalin (He lame)
I shattered her back in like two diffеrent places, I told that lil hoe "Lеt me hit again" (Oh No)
Y'all n***as be fightin' for petty old reasons, y'all might as well go settle differences (Hold on, Retro)
The truth everything that I been speakin'
So what to a furnace, I been heatin'
Ran up the bag but I don't even brag, n***as hop on the socials and start tweakin'
Feel like I'm Herbo, I Been Havin
Ain't really tough, boy, you been actin'
Left my old girl because she like to gossip and all of that gossip can get tragic
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*t*h? I think that I want her
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*t*h? I think that I want her
Back the f**k up, b*t*h
That's my b*t*h, boy, you late
I don't want my ex, b*t*h I'm rich
Now I'm straight
Shut the f**k up and just drop the neck
After we done, who is topping next?
B*t*h my name Trendy, put d**k in her keister
Hop off my d**k like a bunny on Easter
D-done with these wonky a** funky a** n***as
I slept with your b*t*h, why she taking a picture?
She takin' a picture, I might just go hit her
Then tell all my friends that I never was with her
I might just f**k on my best friend lil' sister
I'm ignorant, plus I got bodies like stifler
No pole in my room, but she dance like a stripper
Didn't call her a ride, but I still might Lyft her
You ain't on sh*t, like a laxative
She like my d**k cause my money on maximum, huh
If he want a verse, then I'm taxin' him
Hoes love my songs because my flow immaculate
Heh, Retro, Retro
Ayy, back the f**k up for I spray with my thingy thing
N***a I'm Trendy my eyes is on lingy ling
I'm off the top like the cap on my water
I created n***as I'm practically father
B*t*h, I got b*t*hes on top of these memes
You think n***as real but it ain't what it seems
I used to be lame back when I was a teen
But I'm finna dip and go focus on green
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*t*h? I think that I want her
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*t*h? I think that I want her
Back the f**k up, b*t*h
That's my b*t*h, boy, you late
I don't want my ex, b*t*h I'm rich
Now I'm straight
Retro, I run up the bag for adrenaline
He diss me in songs, but shakin' in person, somebody go pa** him some Ritalin (He lame)
I shattered her back in like two diffеrent places, I told that lil hoe "Lеt me hit again" (Oh No)
Y'all n***as be fightin' for petty old reasons, y'all might as well go settle differences (Hold on, Retro)
The truth everything that I been speakin'
So what to a furnace, I been heatin'
Ran up the bag but I don't even brag, n***as hop on the socials and start tweakin'
Feel like I'm Herbo, I Been Havin
Ain't really tough, boy, you been actin'
Left my old girl because she like to gossip and all of that gossip can get tragic
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*t*h? I think that I want her
Ayy, oh sh*t
Who is that b*t*h? I think that I want her
Back the f**k up, b*t*h
That's my b*t*h, boy, you late
I don't want my ex, b*t*h I'm rich
Now I'm straight
Shut the f**k up and just drop the neck
After we done, who is topping next?
B*t*h my name Trendy, put d**k in her keister
Hop off my d**k like a bunny on Easter
D-done with these wonky a** funky a** n***as
I slept with your b*t*h, why she taking a picture?
She takin' a picture, I might just go hit her
Then tell all my friends that I never was with her
I might just f**k on my best friend lil' sister
I'm ignorant, plus I got bodies like stifler
No pole in my room, but she dance like a stripper
Didn't call her a ride, but I still might Lyft her
You ain't on sh*t, like a laxative
She like my d**k cause my money on maximum, huh
If he want a verse, then I'm taxin' him
Hoes love my songs because my flow immaculate
Heh, Retro, Retro
