ohsxnta - Justin Bieber
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm in that coupe all-black, yuh
Rick O’ on my ass, huh—
That boy talking smack, huh, put that boy on blast, yeah (
Phww—
)
G63, go fast, yuh
Keep that 50-mag, hol' up
My wrist stays sad, yeah
The boy been popping too much tags
I'm too rich to be sad, huh
My parents think I'm bad, hm
I'm tryna see some blood, hm, I'm tryna see some stitches, yuh
He don't even got no gun, he ain't doing shit, yeah
[Verse]
Chrome Hearts on my watch, diamonds on my Jesus piece, yeah
Say it to your face, I don't got to sneak it, yeah
Blunts to the base, know I'm smokin' reef, hol' up
Balenciaga troop boots, I ain't wearing sneakers, yeah
Shorty gon' top me off, then I go and leave her, hol' up
I sip Adderall, I'm like Justin Bieber, yeah
Already fucked that bih', you can go and keep her, yeah
Racks stuffed in my pants, yeah, I don't need no Visa, yeah
Shorty, my name Ohsxnt', huh, better than The Beatle, huh
Know you can't trust me shorty, I'm a fuckin' cheater, yeah
My boy countin' bodies, that boy so mischevious
Boy I'm off that muddy, I can't even- hrmm
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm in that coupe all-black, yuh
Rick O’ on my ass, huh—
That boy talking smack, huh, put that boy on blast, yeah (
Phww—
)
G63, go fast, yuh
Keep that 50-mag, hol' up
My wrist stays sad, yeah
Boy been popping too much tags
I'm too rich to be sad, huh
My parents think I'm bad, hm
I'm tryna see some blood, hm, I'm tryna see some stitches, yuh
Yeah, I'm in that coupe all-black, yuh
Rick O’ on my ass, huh—
That boy talking smack, huh, put that boy on blast, yeah (
Phww—
)
G63, go fast, yuh
Keep that 50-mag, hol' up
My wrist stays sad, yeah
The boy been popping too much tags
I'm too rich to be sad, huh
My parents think I'm bad, hm
I'm tryna see some blood, hm, I'm tryna see some stitches, yuh
He don't even got no gun, he ain't doing shit, yeah
[Verse]
Chrome Hearts on my watch, diamonds on my Jesus piece, yeah
Say it to your face, I don't got to sneak it, yeah
Blunts to the base, know I'm smokin' reef, hol' up
Balenciaga troop boots, I ain't wearing sneakers, yeah
Shorty gon' top me off, then I go and leave her, hol' up
I sip Adderall, I'm like Justin Bieber, yeah
Already fucked that bih', you can go and keep her, yeah
Racks stuffed in my pants, yeah, I don't need no Visa, yeah
Shorty, my name Ohsxnt', huh, better than The Beatle, huh
Know you can't trust me shorty, I'm a fuckin' cheater, yeah
My boy countin' bodies, that boy so mischevious
Boy I'm off that muddy, I can't even- hrmm
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm in that coupe all-black, yuh
Rick O’ on my ass, huh—
That boy talking smack, huh, put that boy on blast, yeah (
Phww—
)
G63, go fast, yuh
Keep that 50-mag, hol' up
My wrist stays sad, yeah
Boy been popping too much tags
I'm too rich to be sad, huh
My parents think I'm bad, hm
I'm tryna see some blood, hm, I'm tryna see some stitches, yuh
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