Oh No ft. Red Rat Lyrics

Who the he suppose to be, who the he think he is

Who the he suppose to be, who the he think he is

Obviously not hard to see, I'm real cool people to bother me

Trying to pull out the heart in me, so I brush them all off like pardon me

Industry but I'm in the street, Keith Askins style with the heat

And I roll with them cats that will split your meat, and I hang with lick boys and they don't speak

All they do is bust their guns and they fight in clubs just for fun

Now these type of folks that ride, these the type of folks that you see on my side man

Stop easting me, You're crossing your nuts like yeast disease

You all trying to speak to me, you show no respect, might loose your teeth

Oh no, every time that we step in the club mother got they eyes on us

Oh no, I come here to have fun, don't make me have to run for my gun

Oh no, every time that we step in the club mother got they eyes on us

Oh no, we don't take back talk, bad man make gun shots bark

Who the he suppose to be, who the he think he is

Who the he suppose to be, who the he think he is

Yeah it's Mcklezie dude, you're way too close man easy dude

Respect my mind I'm just trying to drink, see a little ass I ain't trying to think

Just smoke some weed relax a bit, now go ahead start some shhh

And I ain't that type of fella, believe me my heart don't pump no jelly

Bad man don't beg no friends, So when you see that four four start waving

Type of shhh to make your whole chest cave in, way more in your head than when you first came in

Bump that I just came for fun, you all wanna trip when you're on that rum

I signal the plane tried to give them a run, But these going to make me have to give them a gun

Oh no, every time that we step in the club mother got they eyes on us

Oh no, I come here to have fun, don't make me have to run for my gun

Oh no, every time that we step in the club mother got they eyes on us

Oh no, we don't take back talk, bad man make gun shots bark

Who the he suppose to be, who the he think he is

Who the he suppose to be, who the he think he is