O.Y.A. (feat. Johnny Buck3ts & Pitty McGhetto)

We pull up we hop on yo ass We pull up wit choppas and mags We pull up counting yo cash we pull up we burning yo gas We pull up she shaking that ass we smashing yo hoe then we pass Nnb we got mad nnb we on they ass We pull up we hop on yo ass We pull up wit choppas and mags We pull up counting yo cash we pull up we burning yo gas We pull up she shaking that ass we smashing yo hoe then we pass Nnb we got mad nnb we on they ass Can't fucc with these niggas they smoking oregano Only smoke gas gotta stay out my section ho Iced out the AP the VV's they busting If I got the heat then you know that i'm clutching Don't come to the trap if you talmbout fronting Keep da bread like toast n muffins Dogg was too soft yeah we knew he frontin' Ain't have a good hand yeah we knew he was bluffing If I drop the addy you know where i'm at Bag on his head and he thought it was cap Fully equipped yeah you know we stay strapped Hit a nigga in his back from Iraq I'm counting my fetty I only want blues Got too many baddies don't know who to choose That bitch wanna fucc cause she see all my jewels We caught the boy laccin put him on the news Leave his ass stinking put him in a ditch I only I want necc can't cuff me no bitch NNB records yeah this shit so legit Choppa might sing like Dri in this bitch I might fly in this bitch You might die in this bitch Dat ho you cuffing that ho getting flipped NNB gang you know we the shit Nnb gang you know we this shit We pull up we hop on yo ass We pull up wit choppas and mags We pull up counting yo cash we pull up we burning yo gas We pull up she shaking that ass we smashing yo hoe then we pass Nnb we got mad nnb we on they ass We pull up we hop on yo ass We pull up wit choppas and mags We pull up counting yo cash we pull up we burning yo gas We pull up she shaking that ass we smashing yo hoe then we pass Nnb we got mad nnb we on they ass Pop me a molly fucc dat bitch for hours Smoking yo pacc while yo ho in the shower Niggas want beef well I been starving for hours Ain't selling no weed bitch I only got powder She spotted the drip fell in wit my chains Might roll me a dutch but that nigga can't hang He only smoke reggie that nigga lame I hit up yo ho and she gave me good brain 2 for the 5 you want you sum x Pass Johnny the mop watch him make a mess Look at my necc the ice got it so wet Oh you gripping a pole well i'm gripping the tec Trappin since birth bitch my crib was a bricc You know ima dogg bitch I keep me a stick Only want za you can keep yo lil zip In love with the blues my money bang crip I can't cuff me no ho what you thought I was stupid You thought she was loyal lil boy you a doofus Told you bout my partnas you know that we do this My draco hit harder than arrows from cupid Rolling trees in this bitch Throwing Cs in this bitch After we fucc her we leaving the bitch Skrt off in a Beemer can't see through the tint Skrt off in a Beemer can't see through the tint We pull up we hop on yo ass We pull up wit choppas and mags We pull up counting yo cash we pull up we burning yo gas We pull up she shaking that ass we smashing yo hoe then we pass Nnb we got mad nnb we on they ass We pull up we hop on yo ass We pull up wit choppas and mags We pull up counting yo cash we pull up we burning yo gas We pull up she shaking that ass we smashing yo hoe then we pass Nnb we got mad nnb we on they ass