So they been asking where I been at (uh)
Bitch, I been busy
Nigga, I don't be playing them games
Man, I'm still one phone call away
But you can tell 'em we back
Matter fact
Let 'em know we never left
Oh, we back in that one bag, huh? (Gangsta Grizzillz)

My friend group compared to yours is different kind of bitches
It's two types, one who talk money and who get it
This ain't the same roll from last night 'cause I spent it
My pointers so big, they keep falling off my pendant
Dior 1s, twelve thousand each shoe
Think I got a cold, it's salt water in my pool
The rest of my life, I gotta live by one rule
Remind myself every day not to dress like you
Y'all ain't making no noise, who the fuck is ol' boy?
Big boss, I'll hold my wrist up and ho boy
What should I drive today, the Bentley or the Rolls Royce?
I put this Cuban on and have my whole clothes moist
Spilling Perrier, somebody get a mop
It got boring in a mansion, started sleeping on a yacht
You ain't used to having motion, only living off the clout (ha)
It's some hoes that's gone play with you but me?
I will not, I can not (ay)

All my bitches thick as Keisha and they got cash (and they got cash)
Every time we get a drop, spin the block fast
I get real dough, boy, but I'm not Cash
When I leave the house I know for sho I got my mask (baow)
I love to ice my bitch out, she ice me out too (ice me out)
Youngest nigga in the city plain drop coupe (ha)
Catch a opp with his bitch, she get shot too
Every bitch in the city wanna know what I do (fa, fa, fa, fa)
(What that boy do?)
Bitch, I get cash, find a opp block, spin the shit fast (skrrt)
Big dash, on the drop Benz, I get whiplash (skrrt)
Catch a opp in a fishbowl make his shit crash
Put a bitch on 'em, she gon put 'em in a trick bag
Me, I got a big bag, all my bitches come with good pussy and a big ass
Spend the bo money, all the show money get stashed
Point me to a big body Benz, I could just crash (ha) (Gangsta Grizzillz)

Oh, boy, I done jumped inside my big and zipped it up
First dream was a mil' then it touched and wasn't enough
I told you way before we fucked, we just fuckin', it ain't love
See me shootin' with my chain on, I said it wasn't us, we stretch shit
Know I'm him, we should've never left
Bitch, I bought my bitch a X6, that shit got my ex sick
It ain't just my wrist and my fingers, bitch, you know my whole neck lit
Add myself to a account like this shit was Netflix
Don't fuck with me, tied our heart together, bitch, you stuck with me
She should sign to G-Unit, her kit worth a buck 50
Get on your ass in old fashion, you know we love switches
Prayed to a shooting star but he ain't make enough wishes
You know I boot up, suit up, come right in the house
I DM, then pull up, cum right in her mouth
The snowfall in the city, so I'm flying 'em south
If he hiding in the crib, we fire bombin' the house, it's easy

He woke up with a .223 in his dread (baow)
And he gon' reap what he sow, the chops shoot needle and thread (rrt)
You never see me 'cause I'm deep in my bag
I treat his bitch like a tampon and leave her on read (leave her on read)
She was dreaming 'bout the dick, damn near peed in the bed
Bitch keep beggin' for it, we Felicia and Craig (Felicia and Craig)
Hit his bitch now I got permanent seats in his head
Fifty clip curl like the first piece of the bread (baow, baow)
Ayy, Jimmy Butler, big heat with long extensions (ayy)
Bought my bitch a rose gold choker, Homer Simpson
Now she on my chocolate 'cause she heard I got the golden ticket
All these fucking poles like I'm photogenic, nigga, hold up, ayy
Yeah, I'm fresh as hell, take me a photo
But not with all these motherfuckin' dorks, take me a solo
Swiped the rental with a fake ID, made it a stolo
He bought a chain, please tell me it's real, K-Ci and JoJo (ay, Risk)

They like, "Why he start rappin'? He done served the whole city" (sheesh)
My bitch in school for nursing and still on the road with me (let's go)
Turn around for fifty pros 'bout to burn a hole in me (uh-huh)
If he short me on that bread I'm gon' burn a hole in 'em (brrt)
I'm like Master P, I ain't got no limit (let's go)
Niggas start and now they I finish (finish)
Niggas start it then I finish (finish)
I did on my own, I ain't borrow niggas' image (nah)
I was on the block mixing rock like a chemist (whip it)
Got the fiends lined up at the spot like a scrimmage (uh-huh, okay)
I be passing out testers every day like it's Christmas
Dope talk, give it to me straight, fuck the code talk
First off, don't ever ask me how much a fuckin' bo cost
Shiesty, hit this bitch three times like I don't know, dawg
I'm Mike Vick, my trap still slappin', but no dog
A nigga try to punch, I'ma slide, nigga, no frog
And y'all can't get no boy around this bitch 'cause we don't know y'all

Lyrics submitted by gabriela12, edited by derStrichjunge

OH BOY Lyrics as written by Reuel Walker Arkeisha Knight

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    General CommentIts kind of cliche but I think its about a "nerd" vying for the attention of the "most popular girl in school". And no matter what he does he'll fail because she'll never notice him.
    allonsy723on October 11, 2013   Link

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