"Oh My God" lyrics
Cino
Big ol' motor in the car I drive
Got me a bad bitch right here on my side
Keep me a chopper everywhere I ride
Wipe a nigga up, show him who king slime
Got a bunch of Monclers, got like six or five
Lil' bitch miss me, I don't even know why
It don't cost that much to make sure you ain't alive
Parked the Lamb truck right on Rodeo drive
Buying Number (N)ine, got at least like five
My exhaust pop when I drive
Gucci socks to Gucci slides
Smoking exotics, I'm so high
Send a quick hit, get a lil' nigga popped
Off-White hoodie got stripes on the side
My Backwoods taste good every time
Wock' in my red, that's [?]
Got a lil' bad bitch, I'ma hit it from the back
I'ma switch to the side, I'ma do the whole nine
[?] gripping my thigh
You don't need to know the price, you ain't even gon' buy it
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, yeah
Oh my
Oh my, yeah, yeah, yeah
You ain't even gon' slide, yeah, yeah
Keep my iron, yeah, yeah
Wouldn't even try it, yeah, yeah
Cost your life, yeah, yeah
Put a nigga on, I could take a nigga out
Send him on a route, get him shot in the mouth
Keep me a pint, what you talking 'bout a drought?
He ran to the 'Gram, I ran to his house
Hollow tips [?]
Look in my closet, cost your house
RIPs [?]
Got NBA money like Tatum and Brown
We should take vacations to an itty bitty down
Got a lot of money, I could make a big pile
Dirty ass eight got the pop looking fowl
Still got drank money sitting around
Oh my God, yeah
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my
Big ol' motor in the car I drive
Got me a bad bitch right here on my side
Keep me a chopper everywhere I ride
Wipe a nigga up, show him who king slime
Got a bunch of Monclers, got like six or five
Lil' bitch miss me, I don't even know why
It don't cost that much to make sure you ain't alive
Parked the Lamb truck right on Rodeo drive
Buying Number (N)ine, got at least like five
My exhaust pop when I drive
Gucci socks to Gucci slides
Smoking exotics, I'm so high
Send a quick hit, get a lil' nigga popped
Off-White hoodie got stripes on the side
My Backwoods taste good every time
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my
Oh my, ayy, ayy
You ain't even gon' slide, yeah, yeah
Keep my iron, yeah, yeah
Wouldn't even try it, yeah, yeah
Cost your life, yeah, yeah
Put a nigga on, I could take a nigga out
Send him on a route, get him shot in the mouth
Keep me a pint, what you talking 'bout a drought?
He ran to the 'Gram, I ran to his house
Hollow tips [?]
Look in my closet, cost your house
RIPs [?]
Got NBA money like Tatum and Brown
We should take vacations to an itty bitty down
Got a lot of money, I could make a big pile
Dirty ass eight got the pop looking fowl
Still got drank money sitting around
Oh my God
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my
Oh my, yeah, yeah
You ain't even gon'
Big ol' motor in the car I drive
Got me a bad bitch right here on my side
Keep me a chopper everywhere I ride
Wipe a nigga up, show him who king slime
Got a bunch of Monclers, got like six or five
Lil' bitch miss me, I don't even know why
It don't cost that much to make sure you ain't alive
Parked the Lamb truck right on Rodeo drive
Buying Number (N)ine, got at least like five
My exhaust pop when I drive
Gucci socks to Gucci slides
Smoking exotics, I'm so high
Send a quick hit, get a lil' nigga popped
Off-White hoodie got stripes on the side
My Backwoods taste good every time
Wock' in my red, that's [?]
Got a lil' bad bitch, I'ma hit it from the back
I'ma switch to the side, I'ma do the whole nine
[?] gripping my thigh
You don't need to know the price, you ain't even gon' buy it
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, yeah
Oh my
Oh my, yeah, yeah, yeah
You ain't even gon' slide, yeah, yeah
Keep my iron, yeah, yeah
Wouldn't even try it, yeah, yeah
Cost your life, yeah, yeah
Put a nigga on, I could take a nigga out
Send him on a route, get him shot in the mouth
Keep me a pint, what you talking 'bout a drought?
He ran to the 'Gram, I ran to his house
Hollow tips [?]
Look in my closet, cost your house
RIPs [?]
Got NBA money like Tatum and Brown
We should take vacations to an itty bitty down
Got a lot of money, I could make a big pile
Dirty ass eight got the pop looking fowl
Still got drank money sitting around
Oh my God, yeah
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my
Big ol' motor in the car I drive
Got me a bad bitch right here on my side
Keep me a chopper everywhere I ride
Wipe a nigga up, show him who king slime
Got a bunch of Monclers, got like six or five
Lil' bitch miss me, I don't even know why
It don't cost that much to make sure you ain't alive
Parked the Lamb truck right on Rodeo drive
Buying Number (N)ine, got at least like five
My exhaust pop when I drive
Gucci socks to Gucci slides
Smoking exotics, I'm so high
Send a quick hit, get a lil' nigga popped
Off-White hoodie got stripes on the side
My Backwoods taste good every time
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my
Oh my, ayy, ayy
You ain't even gon' slide, yeah, yeah
Keep my iron, yeah, yeah
Wouldn't even try it, yeah, yeah
Cost your life, yeah, yeah
Put a nigga on, I could take a nigga out
Send him on a route, get him shot in the mouth
Keep me a pint, what you talking 'bout a drought?
He ran to the 'Gram, I ran to his house
Hollow tips [?]
Look in my closet, cost your house
RIPs [?]
Got NBA money like Tatum and Brown
We should take vacations to an itty bitty down
Got a lot of money, I could make a big pile
Dirty ass eight got the pop looking fowl
Still got drank money sitting around
Oh my God
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my
Oh my, yeah, yeah
You ain't even gon'
