CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Oh My
Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh
Who are you?
B*t*h, I'm that young n***a, I'm gettin' racks
Yeah, I f**ked your ex ho
And she was bad so a young n***a could brag, yeah
But she a ho
N***a want smoke, we make him choke
The b*t*h got a fatty like woah, woah
Was like, "oh my God," when she dropped that sh*t low
I was like, "oh my God" (God)
So many muf**kin' broads (So many muf**kin' broads)
Yeah, oh my God, hatin' n***as, get jobs (B*t*h, yeah)
Lil' n***a, on my gang (Gang)
OTM, we goin' up, n***a (Up b*t*h)
Give no f**k, if you wan' f**k wit' me, now you outta luck (Woah)
Mhm, who leave the lil' n***a like, mhm?
I said, "boy, we got a problem" now the n***a talkin' like, "mhm"
Made that b*t*h choke, the lil' b*t*h was like, "mhm"
That b*t*h was chokin', I need my coin up like gettin' them tokens
Made that b*t*h real sad like Jay, she broken (Yeah)
I'm f**kin' that ho, and her friend, she soakin' (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Oh my days, all y'all n***as so gay (Yeah)
I feel like I'm Austin, I'm saying, "my goodness"
I'm hittin' that boy, n***a takin' them bullets, yeah
Why yo' lil' ho lookin'?
Why yo' b*t*h lookin'?
You wish that man's, why is you lookin'?
Yeah, if a problem come up, know a n***a not bookin'
Yeah n***a, we getting him tooken
Oh my heaven's, stupid a** n***a said Bush did 9/11
I put on a show n***a, like David Letterman
N***as hatin', ain't heard of you
Why is you letting them?
Got a Glock .9 gen and a MAC-11
They ain't playing no games, I ain't not Tyler Blevins
Beat ya' a** by my damn self, ain't no sending hits
They look at us like, "oh my God, they be making hits"
Oh my God (God)
So many muf**kin' broads (So many muf**kin' broads)
Yeah, oh my God, hatin' n***as, get jobs (B*t*h, yeah)
Lil' n***a, on my gang (Gang)
OTM, we goin' up, n***a (Up b*t*h)
Give no f**k, if you wan' f**k wit' me, now you outta luck (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, woah
Who are you?
B*t*h, I'm that young n***a, I'm gettin' racks
Yeah, I f**ked your ex ho
And she was bad so a young n***a could brag, yeah
But she a ho
N***a want smoke, we make him choke
The b*t*h got a fatty like woah, woah
Was like, "oh my God," when she dropped that sh*t low
I was like, "oh my God" (God)
So many muf**kin' broads (So many muf**kin' broads)
Yeah, oh my God, hatin' n***as, get jobs (B*t*h, yeah)
Lil' n***a, on my gang (Gang)
OTM, we goin' up, n***a (Up b*t*h)
Give no f**k, if you wan' f**k wit' me, now you outta luck (Woah)
Mhm, who leave the lil' n***a like, mhm?
I said, "boy, we got a problem" now the n***a talkin' like, "mhm"
Made that b*t*h choke, the lil' b*t*h was like, "mhm"
That b*t*h was chokin', I need my coin up like gettin' them tokens
Made that b*t*h real sad like Jay, she broken (Yeah)
I'm f**kin' that ho, and her friend, she soakin' (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Oh my days, all y'all n***as so gay (Yeah)
I feel like I'm Austin, I'm saying, "my goodness"
I'm hittin' that boy, n***a takin' them bullets, yeah
Why yo' lil' ho lookin'?
Why yo' b*t*h lookin'?
You wish that man's, why is you lookin'?
Yeah, if a problem come up, know a n***a not bookin'
Yeah n***a, we getting him tooken
Oh my heaven's, stupid a** n***a said Bush did 9/11
I put on a show n***a, like David Letterman
N***as hatin', ain't heard of you
Why is you letting them?
Got a Glock .9 gen and a MAC-11
They ain't playing no games, I ain't not Tyler Blevins
Beat ya' a** by my damn self, ain't no sending hits
They look at us like, "oh my God, they be making hits"
Oh my God (God)
So many muf**kin' broads (So many muf**kin' broads)
Yeah, oh my God, hatin' n***as, get jobs (B*t*h, yeah)
Lil' n***a, on my gang (Gang)
OTM, we goin' up, n***a (Up b*t*h)
Give no f**k, if you wan' f**k wit' me, now you outta luck (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, woah
