Oh No!

Fuego So Shady

Gettin' money with my bros, this shit is radical
Shawty fucking with my drip, I call it a fashion show
Brody always keep a stick, he be movin' tactical
Plus he be ready to shoot, I think he's fanatical

F-U-E-G-O
Oh No!
She wanna fuck, on the low
Give me a minute, I'm finna blow
Then they gon' pay me up for a show
We got that shit out the dirt from the four
Shoutout to Max, that nigga a GOAT

Baby, I need you, so don't leave me
We used to fuck, on the daily
Girl, I been hurt, so don't blame me
Do I still love you? I was like, maybe
Prayin' to God, to come save me
Keep me a glock for the safety
I got that heavy metal like the Navy
Niggas be hatin' on me and it's crazy

Hey, shoutout to all of my bros, for real
Shoutout to my mom, too
Man, I love y'all, for real
On some real shit
We finna get to these millions, man

What you know being broke
Sharin' a dollar with Bro
Eatin' noodles for the low
Bitches thought it was a joke
That shit was burnin' my soul
My heart was takin' a toll
Had to focus on the dough
Gettin' millions is the goal

No cap
EX-Bitch got me fucked up
Off rap
I'm finna get bucked up
She wanna follow the trend
She wanna fuck as a friend
I'm back in my feelings again, and again

Baby, I need you, so don't leave me
We used to fuck, on the daily
Girl, I been hurt, so don't blame me
Do I still love you? I was like, maybe
Prayin' to God, to come save me
Keep me a glock for the safety
I got that heavy metal like the Navy
Niggas be hatin' on me, and it's crazy

My life is a plane, God is the pilot
I want my diamonds to change the climate
Back in the day, she didn't want me
Look at her now, this shit is ironic
All of a sudden, she the kindest
Hit up my phone, she got on a bonnet
Chasing that clout, I'm callin' her Sonic
I'm back in my feelings, I gotta be honest



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Writer(s): Fuego Shady
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