OMG Lyrics

What you mad for

Flip the switch make the block look like a crash course

Take a flick, doing one eighty on the dashboard

Oh my god, niggas swerving like it's Fast Four

I be in the mix, with the shits

What you mad for

Feeling like I'm Shaq, I'm breaking backboards

Take a flick, doing one eighty on the dashboard

Oh my god, niggas swerving like it's Fast Four

I be in the mix, with the shits

With no passport

See I'm rolling up the dashboard

Baby I laughed to the bank, what are you mad for

Drowning up in this drink with my glass full

What you want me to be, on my ass sober

Oh

I'm in Saint Laurent

Man I piss them off

Car is push to start

Yeah

Got to get it off

Feeling like I'm Ross

Yeah I love to floss, yeah

Leave that dodge alone I got some Wokhardt in a Range Rove

Pop out in a white tee looking icy, then I change clothes

Looking at my Cuban links, she ask me if I'm blessed, yes

Ask her if she know what time it is I'm never stressed, bitch

What you mad for

Flip the switch make the block look like a crash course

Take a flick, doing one eighty on the dashboard

Oh my god, niggas swerving like it's Fast Four

I be in the mix, with the shits

What you mad for

Feeling like I'm Shaq, I'm breaking backboards

Take a flick, doing one eighty on the dashboard

Oh my god, niggas swerving like it's Fast Four

I be in the mix, with the shits

With no passport

And I take it all away

Throwing that shit off the backboard

Please don't get up in my way

I could do this all day

Oh, yeah

Smoke and ventilate

Bitch I said I'm on it so I'm running to the bank

Racks off

I wanted it all

This drip cost

You linked with a boss

I'm moving miles away

Can't play with my bag cause they know that I'm paid

Niggas going on a bank heist and we backing out the Ak's

She told me get the money and I'm on it

I'm up in the air cuz I'm smoking on chronic

Run up if you dare cause we pushing up on him

So how in the fuck is you niggas still walling

I'm trying to get my bag up and just stay out the way

Yes sir

Don't call my phone if you bitch and complain

I know that you fed up

What you mad for

Flip the switch make the block look like a crash course

Take a flick, doing one eighty on the dashboard

Oh my god, niggas swerving like it's Fast Four

I be in the mix, with the shits

What you mad for

Feeling like I'm Shaq, I'm breaking backboards

Take a flick, doing one eighty on the dashboard

Oh my god, niggas swerving like it's Fast Four

I be in the mix, with the shits

With no passport