Oh My - Nines, SL, Yung Fume

Yeah yeah yeah

I don’t know what they want, I don’t know

In the cold with my Gs, in the cold

We supplying you the ting, in the snow

I think I know what they want, I think I know

I can smoke for your whole fucking ends

On the low, got the woah in the Benz

Only bros, I got no fucking friends

Cos I don’t trust 'em, no fucking chance

Buss a move, when I’m juice oh my

In a coupe, getting whoop, from your wife

She was yours, but she loose, now she mine

From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together

Take the scale out the cupboard, hit the block then I flood it

New watch looking flooded, paigons watching all gutted

Look at all this white on my clothes, I ain’t got time for them hoes

Looking like it snowed in the kitchen, I spent all night by the stove

Heard these niggas wanna run up on me, you niggas better not roll with nanks

Broke rappers talking 'bout yay, I really got Rolls Royce stamps

Niggas act hard all on the net, when that gun blast you better run fast

Got my first check and like Spike Lee, I did the right thing I gave my mum half

I can smoke for your whole fucking ends

On the low, got the woah in the Benz

Only bros, I got no fucking friends

Cos I don’t trust 'em, no fucking chance

Buss a move, when I’m juice oh my

In a coupe, getting whoop, from your wife

She was yours, but she loose, now she mine

From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together

She the sweetest of females, big bump oh gosh let me test my luck

This is a gorgeous one, baby it’s S, this is some gorgeous bud

She a real naughty one, she said S you’re a rebel

She said S you don’t give two fucks, ok ok my love

Now suck me off, let me spark my skud

They start soft in the morning, two long ones get a big boy touched

Ay… I think I know what they want, I think I know

I buss the AM pack and put it to their nose

I don’t know what they want, I don’t know

In the cold with my Gs, in the cold

We supplying you the ting, in the snow

I think I know what they want, I think I know

I can smoke for your whole fucking ends

On the low, got the woah in the Benz

Only bros, I got no fucking friends

Cos I don’t trust 'em, no fucking chance

Buss a move, when I’m juice oh my

In a coupe, getting whoop, from your wife

She was yours, but she loose, now she mine

From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together

I don’t know what you want, I don’t know

I just be trapping and jugging, I just be trapping and jugging

Broke niggas can’t do me nuun, broke niggas can’t tell me nuun

And I can’t even be in public and I just think I blew your budget

I don’t father too many, imma pull me up a henny

Oh my, oh my

Feds coming, stash the readies

Say you got racks, don’t believe 'em

You niggas ain’t act like I need 'em

I had to link up with Nina

Dis a banger for your speaker

I don’t know what they want, I don’t know

In the cold with my Gs, in the cold

We supplying you the ting, in the snow

I think I know what they want, I think I know

I can smoke for your whole fucking ends

On the low, got the woah in the Benz

Only bros, I got no fucking friends

Cos I don’t trust 'em, no fucking chance

Buss a move, when I’m juice oh my

In a coupe, getting whoop, from your wife

She was yours, but she loose, now she mine

From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together