Omg
Oh my God, look what I got
Do it big turn a lil to a lot
Want the spot he could try but he not
Iso get hot, then I can not be stopped
Oh my god, look what we got
They mad cuz we there and they not
She gave me a shot, I pass her Issa lob
Come from the bottom, I only want the top
Hit her from the back she like oh my god
See em gettin mad they like, oh my god
Lookin in my bag like, oh my god
Oh my, mother fucking god
I'm running up in the spot
Kick down the door if it's locked
I do not knock
You either with it or you not
You leave me hangin, you get dropped
I leave you layin with a knot
People sayin what they not
They all claiming that they hot
They be playin with the shot
Come in the paint, And get blocked
Gimme the Roc, and I jock
Gimme some space and I finish
I keep it straight like a fitted
Handling business
Shit Iont gotta mention
But If I said it then I meant it
When I said it they ain't listen
Mad I did it and they didn't
We distant boy I'm different
Livin life without limits
Everyday thanking God
And I ain't never gonna stop
Oh my God, look what I got
Do it big turn a lil to a lot
Want the spot he could try but he not
Iso get hot, then I can not be stopped
Oh my god, look what we got
They mad cuz we there and they not
She gave me a shot, I pass her Issa lob
Come from the bottom, I only want the top
Hit her from the back she like oh my god
See em gettin mad they like, oh my god
Lookin in my bag like, oh my god
Oh my, mother fucking god
I ain't have much and I ain't ever ask
You wanted more and I gave you my last
Would've gave you everything that I had
I'm moving forward put you ina past
Wanted her trust be she gave me her ass
Tryna keep her happy was making me mad
But I can't go back to that
Keep em away lords that all that I ask
Back to the basics
Back to the blunts I'm stuffin when I'm facing
A good influence, I create when I'm faded
Way Back with Relle rappin in that basement
Everyday praying qone day we gone make it
Soon they gone fall off, and I'm here to rake em
No time time waste, and Im losing patience
Using excuses for his situation
I can't relate I count up, you complaining
Oh my God, look what I got
Do it big turn a lil to a lot
Want the spot he could try but he not
Iso get hot, then I can not be stopped
Oh my god, look what we got
They mad cuz we there and they not
She gave me a shot, I pass her Issa lob
Come from the bottom, I only want the top
Hit her from the back she like oh my god
See em gettin mad they like, oh my god
Lookin in my bag like, oh my god
Oh my, mother fucking god
Do it big turn a lil to a lot
Want the spot he could try but he not
Iso get hot, then I can not be stopped
Oh my god, look what we got
They mad cuz we there and they not
She gave me a shot, I pass her Issa lob
Come from the bottom, I only want the top
Hit her from the back she like oh my god
See em gettin mad they like, oh my god
Lookin in my bag like, oh my god
Oh my, mother fucking god
I'm running up in the spot
Kick down the door if it's locked
I do not knock
You either with it or you not
You leave me hangin, you get dropped
I leave you layin with a knot
People sayin what they not
They all claiming that they hot
They be playin with the shot
Come in the paint, And get blocked
Gimme the Roc, and I jock
Gimme some space and I finish
I keep it straight like a fitted
Handling business
Shit Iont gotta mention
But If I said it then I meant it
When I said it they ain't listen
Mad I did it and they didn't
We distant boy I'm different
Livin life without limits
Everyday thanking God
And I ain't never gonna stop
Oh my God, look what I got
Do it big turn a lil to a lot
Want the spot he could try but he not
Iso get hot, then I can not be stopped
Oh my god, look what we got
They mad cuz we there and they not
She gave me a shot, I pass her Issa lob
Come from the bottom, I only want the top
Hit her from the back she like oh my god
See em gettin mad they like, oh my god
Lookin in my bag like, oh my god
Oh my, mother fucking god
I ain't have much and I ain't ever ask
You wanted more and I gave you my last
Would've gave you everything that I had
I'm moving forward put you ina past
Wanted her trust be she gave me her ass
Tryna keep her happy was making me mad
But I can't go back to that
Keep em away lords that all that I ask
Back to the basics
Back to the blunts I'm stuffin when I'm facing
A good influence, I create when I'm faded
Way Back with Relle rappin in that basement
Everyday praying qone day we gone make it
Soon they gone fall off, and I'm here to rake em
No time time waste, and Im losing patience
Using excuses for his situation
I can't relate I count up, you complaining
Oh my God, look what I got
Do it big turn a lil to a lot
Want the spot he could try but he not
Iso get hot, then I can not be stopped
Oh my god, look what we got
They mad cuz we there and they not
She gave me a shot, I pass her Issa lob
Come from the bottom, I only want the top
Hit her from the back she like oh my god
See em gettin mad they like, oh my god
Lookin in my bag like, oh my god
Oh my, mother fucking god
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Writer(s): Derick Bailey
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