Intro
(专辑: O's To Oscars - 2015)
You better get familiar with the
sound, baby This what happen when you win the
Oscar's They make 'em sing for you Juicy J, DJ Blak It's the
conexion, baby I'm still working while I'm on vacation You can't tell me nothing by my dedication Weed, pills and that drank, that's my medication Feet up in my whip cause it's very Hey, hold up, hold up I
told you with no mistake Ain't no missunderstanding Juicy J, DJ Blak Yeah, we here, baby O's to Oscars Who the
fuck would ever thought we would win a
Oscar in here? I'm still working while I'm on vacation You can't tell me nothing by my dedication Weed, pills and that drank, that's my medication Feet up in my whip cause it's very spacious All these niggas nervous, what the
fuck is pressure? You not on this level cause you lack the
effort You thought you seen the
drought, you 'bout to see a
desert Getting to this money is my guilty pleasure I
should take a
break and let 'em get a
chance Fuck that shit, I'm turnt up in this bitch again Bitch I
ain't your daddy, I
can't hold your hands One thing that's for sure is bands gon' make her dance Play this at your party, play this on your block Yeah play this at your office, play this in your shop Play this when you and the
homies load the
Glock's Play that shit again when my album drops My business gets personal Forgive me for birthing you I
heard a
couple lines that you stole from a
verse or 2
My flow is too versatile My punchlines get surgical 'Fore I
even heard of you, already murdered you Hard work pays off, so bitch you know what to do Lock myself down in the
trap for 'bout a
month or 2
I
got work, so you know that clientèle is coming through We got grams, we got grammy's, we got O's and Oscar's too She wanna hop in the
Range, I
wanna hop in the
Wraith She wanna all in the
pants, I
wanna all in her face All I
be wanted is bands, all I
be wanted is base I
don't wanna be no friends, bitch get the
fuck out my face She fell in love in a
day, I
fell in love with the
yay I
fell in love with the
cake, ain't got time to go spray Had to make sure we was straight I
was the
reason we ate, I
put the
food on your plate You should just let me degrade Have a
melon or a
grape, all these niggas full of hate I'm so high, need a
cape I'm so high, I'm in outer space My safe is running out of space cause I
be spreading to the
cake Like I'm tryna win a
race, your bitch is all up in my face Tell us we got good taste, cause all I
know is first place Who is the
one that was telling you niggas 'bout cooking and whipping the
yay All of these bitches be on me when I'm in the
Bentley, what more can I
say? Bitch I
been kicking this paper since pimping [?] way back in the
day Real niggas getting this money so fuck you little bloggers and fuck what you say