Oh Oh

(album: Help Is On The Way - 2022)

Uh, uh, uh, uh
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (Uh, uh, it sound—)
Uh, uh, it sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (Uh, yeah)
Uh, uh (Ayo, Lari, this shit fire)

Hair tied, rock out with it
Gen5 Glock, extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Man slide, hop out with him
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we call the shots, Doc Rivers

It sing like, "Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-oh, woah"
One call away and I'm gon' blow-woah-oh
Like, "Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-oh, woah"
You never know when it's time to go, woah (Go, woah, go, woah)

Hop out a rented van, blowing like a fan, 'til that glizzy jam 'cause it's hot
He think he got a chance, run him out his pants, stumble 'til he land when he shot
I need a big advance for a lot of bands, if you want my fans in your spot
Whip it, I put my hands in the pot, instruments playing jazz with a Glock
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"
When them shots fire, blowing fifty rounds 'til the opp die
Let that glizzy pound at the stop sign like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" (Stop sign like)
Now his block fried, like Billie Jean, she is not mine, let off plenty steam when I pop mine (Pop)

Hair tied, rock out with it
Gen5 Glock, extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Man slide, hop out with him
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we call the shots, Doc Rivers

It sing like, "Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-oh, woah"
One call away and I'm gon' blow-woah-oh
Like, "Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-oh, woah"
You never know when it's time to go, woah (Go, woah, go, woah)

Stand over niggas, he trembling, fuck it, I might have Lil Twizzy go finish him, uh
Hollow tips eat up his skin, when it hit 'em I'm watching these bullets diminish him, uh
They tired of me, no Michelin, huh
Fire in me, shit boost my adrenaline up
I'm what they tryna be, don't be crying to me if it's not for my benefit, uh
I ain't have no one inspiring me, kept an eye on the green, now I'm living it up
I keep that iron with me, gotta ride with the heat when I'm upping, I'm blicking at something (Blicking at something, blicking at somethin')
When we hit him it's tough
How many spit from the glizzy? Enough
I don't show 'em no pity, just fill 'em with slugs (Pop)

Hair tied, rock out with it
Gen5 Glock, extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Man slide, hop out with him
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we call the shots, Doc Rivers

It sing like, "Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-oh, woah"
One call away and I'm gon' blow-woah-oh
Like, "Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-oh, woah"
You never know when it's time to go, woah (Go, woah, go, woah)