Oh No ft. Red Rat

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