Oh No

You a goon, Ima goon
In the dark of the night
Made friends wit my demons
So I don't gotta fight

I'm really tired of workin'
But my pockets are tight
All I know is hustle
Gotta get that shit right

And I'm lowkey depressed
I'm not sleepin' at night
Body keep tellin' me
Somethin' ain't right

People gettin' on my nerves
But I still be polite
Crack a lil smile
And your day becomes bright

She asking for Prada
She causin' me problems
I'm sorry bae, no I can't do it

I need me a dollar
I came from the bottom
Was bummy, they said I looked foolish

Was hoopin' wit Droop
And then Pablo had died
And I swear on that night I was ruthless

Now it's me and my toolie
This b-roll a movie
I'm focused so we can be coupin'

Just cuz I'm black
They be makin' assumptions
Lookin' at me
Like I'm gon steal or something

Police come 'round
My adrenaline pumpin'
Marchin', I make like a tree
I be stompin'

Niggas gon hate
Cuz they don't get no money
I laugh in they face
Cuz that shit really funny

Niggas don't work
And they'd rather be bummy
I can't sit around
Cuz I need me some money

I hop to that muhhfuckin' shit
Like a bunny
Yo bitch feel the dick
Cuz it's way in her tummy

Won't fuck yo bitch
Cuz she can't get my dick up
I make her suck dick
Till that bitch get the hiccups

I pour up my cup
But I'm sippin' on liquor
My canvas her face
And I'm painting a picture

Paintin' a picture
Picasso, I like it
Give her the dick
And you know she gon like it

She asking for Prada
She causin' me problems
I'm sorry bae, no I can't do it

I need me a dollar
I came from the bottom
Was bummy, they said I looked foolish

Was hoopin' wit Droop
And then Pablo had died
And I swear on that night I was ruthless

Now it's me and my toolie
This b-roll a movie
I'm focused so we can be coupin'

Don't like it, she love it
She like how I fuck it
I hit that bitch twice
And you know Ima dub it

I smoke and get cottonmouth
Just like a puppet
You sign on yo life
Well nigga you a puppet

I do like I'm Busta
Comin' through to touch it
She grabbin' my dick
And she blow like a trumpet

Swallow my cum
And I nicknamed her bucket
Guess Ima dyke
Cuz this strap Ima tuck it

She asking for Prada
She causin' me problems
I'm sorry bae, no I can't do it

I need me a dollar
I came from the bottom
Was bummy, they said I looked foolish

Was hoopin' wit Droop
And then Pablo had died
And I swear on that night I was ruthless

Now it's me and my toolie
This b-roll a movie
I'm focused so we can be coupin'



Credits
Writer(s): Keonte Bradley
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