Oxy! Lyrics

Pull up to the club, Valet driver

Take it to the lot please

I just ran a play off some ice

Like it was hockey

Lately I been sippin on the read

Can't find no wocky

Bitch had gave me spits

Then fell asleep

She was off oxy

Thought that she was finna do some hard

That shit was molly

Talking down on me

But you don't even Know my body

762's

Doom doom doom doom bow

They hit your body

Brody got me drunk

Can't fuck my bitch, I got the Floppy

You was just Talking bout How you hot

And now you flopping

How you say

You really love that bitch

She homie hopping

Choppa

Clap it up Like hands bitch

That Bih finna shout

It leave u down

Its doing damage

Finally got some bread

I got some cheese

Let's make a sandwich

Niggas never want to See you win

Boy they can't stand it

They like what you feeling?

I ain't feel shit

Baby I don't want to talk

I'm trying to pour up tris

I'm cool off what's between your legs

But curious about the spits

Stand on everything you say

That's just the way we live

I ain't never threw up Off no drill

No time to reminisce

How the hell that boy Talk like a gangster

Robbed em with no blick

Who the hell done Gave that boy a gun

Cause he ain't pulling shit

Who the hell done Gave that boy a bag

He finally fumble it

Every time you Get around them gangsters

You start mumbling

Hang with different colors

Power rangers

On that dummy shit

He bring up Mahot

Then it's a wrap

I'm on my mummy shit

I already got a plate

But I want seconds

I'm on my hungry shit

They on dick

Telll them stop it!

When I'm on that stage

I'm finally rage

Best start a mosh pit

They say they your brothers

Turn around And do some cop shit

I be telling haters, SHUT UP

I'm on my smosh shit

Dressed down in black

Head to toe, I'm on my goth shit

That's my duplicate Just know we

Always gon be locked in

Why they all on me

They need stop that!

Go get your a bag

And then a top hat

I'm trying to get me

A brand-new cop pack

We gon smoke that boy

Like we some potheads

Try to bring up Logan

You get shot dead

You can't argue with me

You don't got bread

Yeah!

I ain't f*ck your b*tch

Boy I just got head

Preach on every beat

I'm like amen

Pull up to the club Valet driver

Take it to the lot please

I just ran a play Off some ice

Like it was hockey

Lately I been Sippin on the read

Can't find no wocky

Bitch had gave me spits Then fell asleep

She was off oxy

Thought that she was Finna do some hard

That shit was molly

Talking down on me

But you don't even Know my body

762s

Doom doom doom doom bow

They hit your body

Brody got me drunk

Can't fuck my bitch

I got the Floppy