OMG Lyrics

She said I'm toxic, that's because I said I'm not her man

I got a boss bitch, she don't need my money she get bands

I'm pistol popping, gotta keep a pistol in my hands

Niggas stabbed my back, now I gotta get revenge

Yeah, pistol to his lip, made that pussy nigga dance

Niggas ain't got no swag, they still wearing vans

Niggas just be watching, I swear they all my fans

Yeah, the way that I be dressing, bitch I'm feeling like the man

Bitch my fit is too expensive, bitch my jeans cost like 10 Bands

Yeah, I gave her what she wanted now she in a fucking trance

I know there's niggas out there talking shit on fucking instagram

man nigga get your money up

Nigga get your swag up

Nigga get your bitches up

Nigga get your racks up

Niggas tryna act tough, hell nah fuck that shit

50 Round drum on my gun, Ima up that shit

Sent that boy to hell now he burning with the devil bitch

Don't know what to wear Ima put on this lil sweater bitch

Lil shawty did my hair after that I got up in that bitch

I don't fuck with Prada bitch I rather rock Balenciaga

I don't fuck with drama, I'm that nigga that'll tote them choppas

Yeah I fuck on bitches, I'm that nigga that'll fuck your momma

Glockie with extensions, when I shoot it bitch it's never stopping

When I'm in the city swear to God you got lots of problems

If I want some money best believe I got hella options

Bitch I'm number 1 like my name was just Obi Toppins

Oh my God

Oh my God

Oh my God

Oh my God

Oh my God, I just made another bag for my pockets

Oh my God, Why this bitch keep giving me that sloppy

Oh my God, I got money coming in it ain't stopping

Oh my God, I just got a new beam for my choppa, damn