Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Shit!!!, artist - Injury Reserve.
Date of issue: 20.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh Shit!!! |
I say this ain’t jazz-rap, this that, this that spazz-rap |
This that raised-by-the-internet, ain’t-had-no-dad rap |
Yo, I’m good—don't pass that, hit me on my Snapchat |
You might have to back-back, 'cause your shit is mad-wack |
This that eeny-meeny-miney-moe, might need some Snapcash |
Matter fact, hit the liquor store, might need some cash back |
Grab some gum and some water, yeah, them chips, yeah, grab that |
Watch your son and your daughter 'cause them pigs’ll snatch that |
'Cause they always try to box us in, but we won’t have that |
I’m a sleeper, Dennis Rodman, so watch the glass jack |
Remember when I had a composition in the backpack |
Now we killin' with the composition like the Rat Pack |
I say this ain’t jazz-rap, this that, this that spazz-rap |
This that raised-by-the-internet, ain’t-had-no-dad rap |
Yo, I’m good—don't pass that, hit me on my Snapchat |
You might have to back-back 'cause your shit is mad-wack |
«Oh, shit!» |
(Oh, shit!) |
They said, «Man, we want some more hits» (S'more hits!) |
«Man, this sound like some shit from '06″ ('06!) |
„What that sound like, man—that's some cold shit“ (Cold shit!) |
I said—"Oh, shit!» |
(Oh, shit!) |
«Awww, so you want some more hits?» |
(S'more hits!) |
«This ain’t sound like some shit from '06» (From '06!) |
«Fuck what it sound like, man—that some cold shit» (Cold shit!) |
This the type shit I used to ride with Tegole in his Chevy to |
'06, back when I supposed to graduate from school |
Remember momma told me that I need to get my act together |
10 years passed, the only difference is I’m rapping better |
Copped my own swishers, shoulder-tapping for them bottles now |
'less I’m with my big brother, Chuckie used to hold it down |
Now that shit is popping, fake homies want to come around |
And they say I changed, they just mad 'cause I’m stunting now |
Got you like «Oh Shit!» |
And this the type of beat that make me drink a whole fifth |
And this is how we doin', word to the old fifth |
And you know everything we drop, that’s some cold shit, cold shit, yeah |
This ain’t jazz rap, this that, this that Dad rap |
This that fuck my nine to five I’m leaving, never coming back |
I’m too good at rap, jack, to get caught in rat traps |
If your shit is mad wack, homie you can have that, have that |
«Oh, shit!» |
(Oh, shit!) |
They said, «Man, we want some more hits» (S'more hits!) |
«Man, this sound like some shit from '06″ ('06!) |
„What that sound like, man—that's some cold shit“ (Cold shit!) |
I said—"Oh, shit!» |
(Oh, shit!) |
«Awww, so you want some more hits?» |
(S'more hits!) |
«This ain’t sound like some shit from '06» (From '06!) |
«Fuck what it sound like, man—that some cold shit» (Cold shit!) |
On and on and on |
Play my favorite song |
Make me dance all night |
Baby, you do it right |
Woah |