Charles Kingz - Oouu (feat. Young Marckson)

You know who it is
It's your boy C-Kingz and your boy Young Marckson
In the mothafuckin studio
Cooking up a hella track, you know what I'm saying
Look, Yeah Yeah
Like Oouu
My bitch makes it clap then she drops it (Then she drops it)
Like Oouu
I'm liking them shoes so i cop them (So i cop them)
Like Oouu
You fuck with my shit your head boppin (Your head boppin)
Like Oouu
If you got some beef then whats poppin? (Then whats poppin)
You said you got beef then whats poppin?
Yah n***** be talking that shit but I promise I’ll knockout your ass out like I’m rocky
These n***** be hating on me cause I’m stunning and always act cocky
You know that we stunnin and workin
Yah niggas would never be like me (Would never be like me)
Im working hard to stacks a couple bands
Collecting money bitch I’m uncle Sam
Its kinda funny how your bitch be on me
When she pop a molly, she my biggest fan
You’re a Lil gun, im a fucking rocket
Ama rock your shit and empty out your pockets
I aint playin boy, if you don’t stop you’ll watch me
I’m in beast mode
There’s no one that can stop me
I grab the mic my words would make some damage
Most you rappers out there are below the average
Like coronavirus I be causing havoc
Cause i hold the juice and no one else can having
I aint playin games so dont you fuck around
If you aint talkin money then dont make a sound
Yeah the money calling, ama get it now
Guess what?
Ama get it now
Had to pull up in the building...
I realize how everything shutdown
Figured out how they tracking us...
The moment I spotted the bloodhounds
Why you acting like a hotboy
Told you to Lay low and duck down
How you quick to move homie
When I Haven’t given you the run down
Don’t get caught up,
Quit your excuses, the only time that you gon get respect in life is if you boss up
Never was raised with that parent Money gotta get it yourself
And that’s how they Taught us
Ain’t a surprise if you hear another boy down
The block who was getting slaughtered
Why I ain’t phase? See you should know that their
Is a difference between how I'm brought up
W-Want some music
Your more then welcome come and get you some
Got some loose lips
You caught with one your surely gon get jumped
Lil Uzi
They running up and bussing up they gun
The Glock glitch Stoopid
Goes duhde duh duh duh dum
I feel I’m ready to go
They wanna battle
And put up a show
Don’t think they ready
Cause they kinda slow
I ain’t gonna boast
I Gave em the flow
You know that it’s real
They just took an L
They pic up the mic
See they gonna choke
They Thought it’s a joke
Now they taking notes
They facing a Pro
Now you ready know
Oouu
My bitch makes it clap then she drops it (Then she drops it)
Like Oouu
I'm liking them shoes so i cop them (So i cop them)
Like Oouu
You fuck with my shit your head boppin (Your head boppin)
Like Oouu
If you got some beef then whats poppin? (Then whats poppin?)

Written by:
Charles Kingz, Young Marckson

Publisher:
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