"OOOHHHH" lyrics

(Not at the table, Carlos)
Oh (Thirty), uh, oh, (Thirty)
Like, like, like (Grah, grah, grah)
Like, woah (Grah-grah, uh, let's go)
Grah-grah, grah-grah (Let's go)

Like, I'ma pull out the clip, big .30, I got 'em (Got 'em)
I don't even shoot, I just pull out for [?]
Whenever I shoot it's a headshot, nigga, I got 'em
I see through, you not slick, so what's the problem?
Movin' a mop stick, I'm not a janitor
Knew that your bitch was a thot, so why is you mad at her?
I'm fuckin' Casey, Ashley and Madalyn
Oh, I like Maddy, she got my name tatted up
Ah, ah, ah, your bitch is a freak (Thotty)
Ah, ah, let me kiss on her feet (Thotty)
No, she not loyal, of course she gon' cheat (Yes, yes)
I'ma fuck in the Benz or the back of the Jeep, thirty (Thirty, thirty)
Give her thirty, I might ate her ass (Bow, bow)
Yo, what's dirty, get put on the ave' (Bow)
Send shots at your crib, vaccines, no mask
Like, hop up in a new Masi', I drove right past (Like)
Shorty shakin' her ass for the bag (Let's go)
[?], you don't have a chance, like (Woah, woah)
She keep on textin' my phone, boy, your bitch is a fan
I'ma go talk to the plug, I get bricks on demand
This a throwaway Glock, but I hope it don't jam
Like, like, like, like, oh
Hit from the back, shorty is a queen
Ain't pay no tax on this whip, but it's clean
I'm still at the trap givin' dope to the fiends
I stay with a strap with a scope and a beam
Ah, diamonds dance, no hopscotch
Killin' dope fiends, arena box
On the stove I got a hotpot

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