King Jay - OMG

She said I'm toxic, that's because I said I'm not her man
I got a boss bitch, she don't need my money she get bands
I'm pistol popping, Gotta keep a pistol in my hands
Niggas stabbed my back, now I gotta get revenge
Yeah, pistol to his lip, made that pussy nigga dance
Niggas ain't got no swag, they still wearing vans
Niggas just be watching, I swear they all my fans
Yeah, the way that I be dressing, bitch I'm feeling like the man
Bitch my fit is too expensive, bitch my jeans cost like 10 Bands
Yeah, I gave her what she wanted now she in a fucking trance
I know there's niggas out there talking shit on fucking instagram
man nigga get your money up
Nigga get your swag up
Nigga get your bitches up
Nigga get your racks up
Niggas tryna act tough, hell nah fuck that shit
50 Round drum on my gun, Ima up that shit
Sent that boy to hell now he burning with the devil bitch
Don't know what to wear Ima put on this lil sweater bitch
Lil shawty did my hair after that I got up in that bitch
I don't fuck with Prada bitch I rather rock Balenciaga
I don't fuck with drama, I'm that nigga that'll tote them choppas
Yeah I fuck on bitches, I'm that nigga that'll fuck your momma
Glockie with extensions, when I shoot it bitch it's never stopping
When I'm in the city swear to God you got lots of problems
If I want some money best believe I got hella options
Bitch I'm number 1 like my name was just Obi Toppins
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God, I just made another bag for my pockets
Oh my God, Why this bitch keep giving me that sloppy
Oh my God, I got money coming in it ain't stopping
Oh my God, I just got a new beam for my choppa, damn

Written by:
JERMAINE JOHNSON, JON'ELL GILLAND

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