Whatislabel - OMG

OMG OMG
Your boy got everybody vibing to the beat
OMG OMG
Your boy gonna sell out the crowd big fees
OMG OMG
He about to start a movement and he only twenty-three
OMG OMG
Busting out they phones when they all see me
OMG
Bitch I'm off the pressure
On another level yeah digging for that treasure
Coming with that heat
And now they want to get a picture
These other niggas sweet
Call them Cool-Aid in a pitcher
I'm about to drink the beat
Like they walking in desert
The music got you shaking
Like it tryna make your head hurt
The music getting nastier
The flows are getting better
My lady is a baddie
And her pussy getting wetter
Hot damn hot damn
Jumping thru the crowd
Spider-man spider-man
I want to be a Marvel
RIP to Uncle Stan
You know I got a hard head
You can call me Ironman
Twenty-twenty got the bulk
She screaming OMG like I turned into the Hulk
You tryna be a ATM I wanna be a volt
I'm on another level I'm just tryna get that gold
OMG OMG
Your boy got everybody vibing to the beat
OMG OMG
Your boy gonna sell out the crowd big fees
OMG OMG
He about to start a movement and he only twenty-three
OMG OMG
Busting out they phones when they all see me
OMG
OMG OMG
OMG OMG
OMG OMG
I'm out here trappin like an OG
People wanna grab pics can't pose free
Got the girls screaming
OMG OMG
They pass out fall to they knees
I'm always running on a cardio
I'm hopping out the pipe like I'm Mario
A nigga coming with that crazy audio
Trips to Rosario
You mad to sad can't even say I'm sorry hoe
And I'm really on the come up
Don't want to be no lame
And don't really want to fuck up
I'm about to beat the game
And you bout to need a one-up
You sleeping in the bed
While I'm grinding until sun up
And I can't do less
I gotta keep going I'm next on the list
I gotta get my shine taking world tour trips
Don't do it for my time I just do it for my kids
OMG OMG
Your boy got everybody vibing to the beat
OMG OMG
Your boy gonna sell out the crowd big fees
OMG OMG
He about to start a movement and he only twenty-three
OMG OMG
Busting out they phones when they all see me
OMG
OMG OMG
OMG OMG
OMG OMG
You can't tell me nothing
I know I look good I'm a bad motherfucker
I'm not from the hood but you still get the lesson
Have you buried six feet real deep call you treasure
Wait wait wait wait say it again
I really meant to call you trash you belong in a bin
My baby like it when I'm fast I go a hundred and ten
But I barely got a ninety in every class I was in
But I still got the credit
Oh he mad that nigga jealous
Bout to put my family on as soon as I get famous
Do it for the people that didn't even want to claim us
Bless this whole song like the greatest Mandamus
Thinking who the fuck you are just niggaramus
Baby I was born a star hanging with the greatest
They gonna see me ride in fancy cars selling out in Vegas
OMG OMG
Your boy got everybody vibing to the beat
OMG OMG
Your boy gonna sell out the crowd big fees
OMG OMG
He about to start a movement and he only twenty-three
OMG OMG
Busting out they phones when they all see me
OMG

Written by:
Chris Totten

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