Ooh (feat. Problem)

Y'all be hella high powered on them socials

Face-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions

Money plays, I don't make 'em with emotion

Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean

Ooh, me on ho shit, never

Ooh, big boogers in a bezel

Ooh, real niggas like 'Ooh'

You ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God

Not from Buffalo, but I'm playin' with a few Bills

My medallion frostbitten, might give a penguin the chills

I'm the author and I'm an inventor of this style that you spongin' up

Your bitch on my fender, I told her, 'I'm married, don't wanna fuck'

I pray to my God like I'm at a mosque

On my knees like I'm arrested by the cops

Prices go up and down like a see-saw

Cameras up in my studio, I could see y'all

Flyer than the Blue Angels, more sticks than the glue man got

My rifle was stock 'til I modified that bitch with a bump stock

(A bump stock?) An accessory that I bought

I could turn a semi to fully, put hellas holes in your hoodie

Hella holes in your hoodie, hella holes in your lip

These 7-point-6-2s'll eat your whip

Hot-headed, I'll blow a fuse, I'll put out a hit

Give you and your niggas the blues, I'm with the shit (BIATCH!)

Y'all be hella high powered on them socials

When we got face-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions (Not close)

Money plays, I don't make 'em with emotion

Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean

Ooh, me on ho shit, never

Ooh, big boogers in a bezel

Ooh, real niggas like 'Ooh'

You ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God

On God, I ain't playin' wit' you niggas

My side gettin' money with the winners

Yeah, I see what they be doin' but I don't feel 'em

Stars in the ceilin', watchin' for the killin' (What?)

Murder the scene like I pulled up in an ambulance (Woo)

Nigga, whoever laughs, Silent Gary get the gat

You need the gas? Oh damn, let me poot

California legend, rest in peace Ron Newt (What?)

Miss me with that thug talk 'cause I ain't tryna hear

You may fool what's in that mirror but that shit ain't in your spirit

You may want me on your song, but on my mama, I ain't gon' clear

While I'm ready for that drama, on my mama, I don't fear it

Ask 40, and the dead homies, and my new Roley

It's a bunch of me's everywhere, it's like the game cloned me

I ain't gon' never ever forget what the game showed me

So now I'm back to get everything the game owe me (What?)

Y'all be hella high powered on them socials (Hella high)

Face-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions (Not one)

Money plays, I don't make 'em with emotion

Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean

Ooh, me on ho shit, never

Ooh, big boogers in a bezel

Ooh, real niggas like 'Ooh'

You ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God

More hammers than a tool box (Tool box)

More poles than the Bass Pro Shop (Pro Shop)

Don't get scalped with the tomahawk (Tomahawk)

Don't get your head put on the choppin' block (Choppin' block)

Be careful who you ridin' with

'Cause you ride with might be into some shit (In some shit)

These bitches'll have you pussy-whipped

Thinkin' wit' ya dick'll get ya hit (Get ya hit)

I don't trust nobody, you either my friend or foe (Foe)

I don't even trust my own family no more (More)

I remember cookin' ki's of candy or blow

Now I get six figures at these festival shows

When we shootin' dice it's hully gully pee-wee, no catcher (Uh)

Bet I 10 or 4 before I 7-11

Bet you I could sic a bad bitch on a reverend

Bet you if I ran for mayor I'd win the election (BIATCH!)

Y'all be hella high powered on them socials

Face-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions

Money plays, I don't make 'em with emotion

Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean

Ooh, me on ho shit, never

Ooh, big boogers in a bezel

Ooh, real niggas like 'Ooh'

You ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God