O.M.G.

(album: Killing The Neighbors - 2020)

Lately I been tripping, I been smoking lots
Feel like I'm a target and they loading shots
E'ry time they tweet me I'm like, "Oh my God!"
"Y'all don't wanna see me, man, I swear to God"

Y'all don't understand me, like a burner phone it's coded talk
I don't hang with y'all like I got warrants and you know the cops
I been at the top, you cannot see me with the scope you got
Squad all come with laser sights, your shirt looks like it's polka dots

Oh my God
(Oh my God)
Oh my God
Try to do me dirty, I like motocross
Oh my God
(Oh my God)
Oh my God
All the money in my bag it look Photoshop

We been tired of the beefing
Y'all tryna sneak this all in your feelin's
I can see you creeping all in my DMs
I ain't gonna pretend money isn't revenge

Oh my God
Bank account stole my heart
Oh my God
Someone hit the smoke alarm
Oh my God
Money bigger than both my arms
Oh my God
Pretty boy, but I throw so hard

Lately, I 'on't listen and you talking lots
Blowing up my phone and you ain't talking shop
Every time they hit me I'm like, "Oh my God!"
"I swear that y'all are demons, I put that on God"

Twist your cap, 'cause everybody capping, that's your soda pop
Trip 'n' you'll get clipped, I'll slip this clip in; that's a loaded Glock
Hungry for the money like my tummy full of [?]
Trust me, I 'on't go to police, only filthy rodents talk

Oh my God
(Oh my God)
Oh my God
Say they BBS's, but the glow is off
Oh my God
(Oh my God)
Oh my God
If I ain't riding with you, I'll just blow you off

We've been tired of the beefing
Y'all tryna sneak this all in your feelin's
I can see you creeping all in my DMs
I ain't gonna pretend money isn't revenge

Oh my God
Bank account stole my heart
Oh my God
Someone hit the smoke alarm
Oh my God
Money bigger than both my arms
Oh my God
Pretty boy, but I throw so hard

(Oh my God)
(Oh my–oh my God)
(Oh my–oh my God)
(Oh my God)
(Oh my–oh my God)
(Oh my–oh my God)
(Oh my God)
(Oh my–oh my God)
(Oh my–oh my God)
(Oh my God)
(Oh my–oh my God)
(Oh my–oh my God)

Oh my God
Bank account stole my heart
Oh my God
Someone hit the smoke alarm
Oh my God
Money bigger than both my arms
Oh my God
Pretty boy, but I throw so hard