Oh My God (feat. JC Huncho)
(Y'all know what is man)
Y'all know how the F*** we comin gang
Aye' It Gang
(Give me my shot I'm gone shoot)
Aye, Aye, Aye
Born in separate neighborhoods
But we took the same route
We GDs and they BDs
So come see what the gang bout
Killin for the same clout
45 knock his brains out
B*tch can't get yo chain back
Shouldn't have got yo chain and snatched
Ahh Ahh
I heard they smoke and they want beef
We turn to five guys
Steady talkin we ain't hearing it
Quit all that rara
Ni**as chicken Popeyes
Choppa Bake'em pot pie
Ate his face like
OH MY GOD
They spin on blocks ain't have no luck
Them N*ggas shooting they 0 and 3
I'm starting to think them n*ggas scared to catch a body for no reason
People change up like season
Momma was happy now she grieving
Day I jumped of up off the porch
We beat the block down for no reason
I done made plenty mistakes
I thank the lord for every lesson
Pop out 40 smith Wesson
Heat hit rib he start undressing
Addicted to counting money
Going broke it ain't preference
Spin on op block every day
Them p*ssy's gone the message
Snakes up in the grass
They get on my ass
Can't run away
Send bullets to hawk em down
Choppa hit dude nem in the face
These Bitches be bad and basic
See through em with out the Lasik
Get active in situations
I ain't into the litigation
Never seen real gangsta watch me
Let me demonstrate
223 and 7.62 gone always penetrate
Made the block hot then hopped right back on that interstate
12 get behind me I aint stopping I don't politic with jaks
Born in separate neighborhoods
But we took the same route
We GDs and they BDs
So come see what the gang bout
Killin for the same clout
45 knock his brains out
B*tch can't get yo chain back
Shouldn't have got yo chain and snatched
Ahh Ahh
I heard they smoke and they want beef
We turn to five guys
Steady talkin we ain't hearing it
Quit all that rara
Ni**a chicken Popeyes
Choppa Bake'em pot pie
Ate his face like
OH MY GOD
I speak for the trenches ain't nobody give me shit na
na look at him na he pop out 20 on his wrist na
Big a** Glizzy on his Hip
Diamonds wet come take a dip
His lil H*e was in my face
I flew her out we took a trip
Shawty know that she a bad B*tch
She put it on me
Do it better than my last B*tch
Right back on that demon sh*t
Hop up in the Skat
Aint catching that this bitch up leaving shit
Fuck her once she gotta go cuz I can never ever need a b*tch
Youngin stuck up on my grind
Got that money on my mind yea
You ain't talkin money
Baby girl you wastin time yea
Lil shawty she want me
Then you gotta wait in line yea
I'm so toxic can't stop it shawty I aint Lyin
Percocet's got me thinkin
Aye, Know I broke yo heart girl I ain't mean it
Can taste that bitch when I be dreamin
Can't get no sip in no dream no no
Born in separate neighborhoods
But we took the same route
We GDs and they BDs
So come see what the gang bout
Killin for the same clout
45 knock his brains out
B*tch can't get yo chain back
Shouldn't have got yo chain and snatched
Ahh Ahh
I heard they smoke and they want beef
We turn to five guys
Steady talkin we ain't hearing it
Quit all that rara
Ni**a chicken Popeyes
Choppa Bake'em pot pie
Ate his face like
OH MY GOD
(Oh my god oh my god)
Hothead and Huncho
Its GANG
Y'all know how the F*** we comin gang
Aye' It Gang
(Give me my shot I'm gone shoot)
Aye, Aye, Aye
Born in separate neighborhoods
But we took the same route
We GDs and they BDs
So come see what the gang bout
Killin for the same clout
45 knock his brains out
B*tch can't get yo chain back
Shouldn't have got yo chain and snatched
Ahh Ahh
I heard they smoke and they want beef
We turn to five guys
Steady talkin we ain't hearing it
Quit all that rara
Ni**as chicken Popeyes
Choppa Bake'em pot pie
Ate his face like
OH MY GOD
They spin on blocks ain't have no luck
Them N*ggas shooting they 0 and 3
I'm starting to think them n*ggas scared to catch a body for no reason
People change up like season
Momma was happy now she grieving
Day I jumped of up off the porch
We beat the block down for no reason
I done made plenty mistakes
I thank the lord for every lesson
Pop out 40 smith Wesson
Heat hit rib he start undressing
Addicted to counting money
Going broke it ain't preference
Spin on op block every day
Them p*ssy's gone the message
Snakes up in the grass
They get on my ass
Can't run away
Send bullets to hawk em down
Choppa hit dude nem in the face
These Bitches be bad and basic
See through em with out the Lasik
Get active in situations
I ain't into the litigation
Never seen real gangsta watch me
Let me demonstrate
223 and 7.62 gone always penetrate
Made the block hot then hopped right back on that interstate
12 get behind me I aint stopping I don't politic with jaks
Born in separate neighborhoods
But we took the same route
We GDs and they BDs
So come see what the gang bout
Killin for the same clout
45 knock his brains out
B*tch can't get yo chain back
Shouldn't have got yo chain and snatched
Ahh Ahh
I heard they smoke and they want beef
We turn to five guys
Steady talkin we ain't hearing it
Quit all that rara
Ni**a chicken Popeyes
Choppa Bake'em pot pie
Ate his face like
OH MY GOD
I speak for the trenches ain't nobody give me shit na
na look at him na he pop out 20 on his wrist na
Big a** Glizzy on his Hip
Diamonds wet come take a dip
His lil H*e was in my face
I flew her out we took a trip
Shawty know that she a bad B*tch
She put it on me
Do it better than my last B*tch
Right back on that demon sh*t
Hop up in the Skat
Aint catching that this bitch up leaving shit
Fuck her once she gotta go cuz I can never ever need a b*tch
Youngin stuck up on my grind
Got that money on my mind yea
You ain't talkin money
Baby girl you wastin time yea
Lil shawty she want me
Then you gotta wait in line yea
I'm so toxic can't stop it shawty I aint Lyin
Percocet's got me thinkin
Aye, Know I broke yo heart girl I ain't mean it
Can taste that bitch when I be dreamin
Can't get no sip in no dream no no
Born in separate neighborhoods
But we took the same route
We GDs and they BDs
So come see what the gang bout
Killin for the same clout
45 knock his brains out
B*tch can't get yo chain back
Shouldn't have got yo chain and snatched
Ahh Ahh
I heard they smoke and they want beef
We turn to five guys
Steady talkin we ain't hearing it
Quit all that rara
Ni**a chicken Popeyes
Choppa Bake'em pot pie
Ate his face like
OH MY GOD
(Oh my god oh my god)
Hothead and Huncho
Its GANG
Credits
Writer(s): Tyree Purham
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