Testo Ohsh Jean Grae

Ohsh

Ooh shit

Ooh, yeah
All-star big boy with the [?]
Tryna snack a bag the size of Chris Christie
We come through snappin' ya city raps big Leslie
Show up and show out like Eddie snappin' on red tea
Chill, but chill don't make me bust off your headpiece
Strange, style is ass, ya fans is G-string
Can't beat 'em then join 'em, your stance is weakling
The bass fuck up your face and it ain't the weekend
Vans, back on the [?] new heat like a Trump staff bath
Deep in the bloodline like bubble we swim
Travellin' man that plans to go out with a bump pass
Make it radio, son, off the Tinder and swipe right
'Cause I'm the stereotype of niggas who run fast
Got hate on your plate and lawsuit a lunch back
Your whole album sayin' my features a must-have
[?] on the clock 'cause he dumps trash
That it ain't been done don't know I did it
Been doin' it since nigga's fitted caps wasn't fitted
All that in the sack, snacks with the sandwiches
Smoke it like Tatsu what the fuck ninja vanishin'
[?]
King of the rings sting with aluminum batshit
And if they claim they do it', I'm doin' [?] shit
Like fuck you and every nigga you ever rapped with
I got money on me, gettin' money
Some rappers, that's an investment
Five niggas with no jobs, now that's a collective
All in all, [?] it's impressive
They call it complex, I call it [?] bitches with collars on necks
Calling vs text, we heard the inflection through the message ain't mixed
You know what I meant, said what I meant, I meant it

Oh, (shit!)
Oh, (shit!)
Oh, (shit!)
It’s for my dummies who front like they know (shit)
A wise head still grindin' to grow (shit)
Oh shh, oh (shit)
Oh, (shit)
Oh, (shit)
It's for my honeys with money that own (shit)
Blow niggas, get money and grow (shit)
Oh

I ain't got no fur coat, but I got a book bag full of Merlot
I'm lyin, I ain't go no fuckin' Merlot
I drink whiskey, but I do want a fur coat
This shit is trippy
What? Just in the bar, spittin' bars at the bar
Go to the bathroom, take a shit, then I hop in the Uber car
Too bizarre, you know who you are
You should get hit by a moving car
Your stupid ride made me [?]
What's going on, are you retarded?
I'm not retarded, is that your father?
A tragic liar? Is that desire, is that a fire?
Remember Meyer?
I'm all cool with top 6

Oh, (shit!)
Oh, (shit!)
Oh, (shit!)
It’s for my dummies who front like they know (shit)
A wise head still grindin' to grow (shit)
Oh shh, oh (shit)
Oh, (shit)
Oh, (shit)
It's for my honeys with money that own (shit)
Blow niggas, get money and grow (shit)
Oh

Fuckin' right, flame on
Phoenix crush ya whole group, raid on
Get 86'd, radon
First, gimme ya love, bear it, phase on
It's the real serenade swan song
Facepalm to ‘Herazade, but I kill the king on day one
Heritage, part Asian
Smackin' merit badges off ya body with a baseball bat, stay strong
Niggas act like I'm a [?]
Clue is that they never knew there was a married Luther, stupid
Haven, like fledge from door to door
But they ignore for more dumb shit than golf
[?], biatch
Lord [?] small spaces like Fiats
Your balls and my balls, same scale
[?] and your barrage of all-star false rails
Loud and obnoxious, like there's noxious gases in the air
I'm in Indiana while [?] cares, got 'em
Shit, what for naught
Nothing's a problem, 'les your face is not in gutter you're trash
Shit!

Oh, (shit!)
Oh, (shit!)
Oh, (shit!)
It’s for my dummies who front like they know (shit)
A wise head still grindin' to grow (shit)
Oh shh, oh (shit)
Oh, (shit)
Oh, (shit)
It's for my honeys with money that own (shit)
Blow niggas, get money and grow (shit)
Oh

Hahahaha
Everything's fine
Doctor?
Everything's fine
Doctor? Doctor?