Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh Sh*t , by - Jayy Grams. Release date: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh Sh*t |
| Don’t nobody fucking tell don’t nobody call the cops |
| Oh shit dummy (gunshot) somebody got shot |
| Don’t nobody fucking tell don’t nobody call the cops |
| Oh shit dummy (gunshot) somebody got shot |
| Don’t nobody fucking tell don’t nobody call the cops |
| Oh shit dummy (gunshot) somebody got shot |
| Don’t nobody fucking tell don’t nobody call the cops |
| I swear the forces of the law doing no work |
| Claim they investigating but streets always know first |
| A mother out here stressing and even though that she so hurt |
| People remain silent, they can’t muster out no words |
| They know a little something feeling guilty and they cracked |
| WJZ report him getting clapped |
| The loft of bodies stack seems like weekly people go to wakes |
| No trace of evidence eventually they close the case |
| They soul disgraced, a lost soul with no justice |
| They gave 4 buckets like curry with no ruckus |
| In the crowd you deny facts then you in the denial |
| I’m assertive smoking loud, not finna be taken down nigga |
| (Hook) |
| Oh shit dummy (gunshot) somebody got shot |
| Don’t nobody fucking tell don’t nobody call the cops |
| Oh shit dummy (gunshot) somebody got shot |
| Don’t nobody fucking tell don’t nobody call the cops |
| Oh shit dummy (gunshot) somebody got shot |
| Don’t nobody fucking tell don’t nobody call the cops |
| Oh shit dummy (gunshot) somebody got shot |
| Don’t nobody fucking tell don’t nobody call the cops |
| I often wonder how we look upon a birds view |
| Prolly a constant cycle living in this world dude |
| Mad wars mad greed and mad evil |
| So the good die young? |
| What happens to bad people? |
| They hustling in the street even though that the crack lethal |
| Im sticking to my rapping not living my dads sequel |
| And though I’m mad peaceful these streets is hella tricky |
| Don’t need a firearm a nigga always got the blicky |
| Cause niggas tryna stick me wishing that I’m slipping |
| Gripping on a pistol quick hitchu if you with me |
| This b Baltimore yea we cookin up the rhymes |
| Wtf who that nigga that be lookin through my blinds |
| (Hook) |
| Oh shit dummy (gunshot) somebody got shot |
| Don’t nobody fucking tell don’t nobody call the cops |
| Oh shit dummy (gunshot) somebody got shot |
| Don’t nobody fucking tell don’t nobody call the cops |
| Oh shit dummy (gunshot) somebody got shot |
| Don’t nobody fucking tell don’t nobody call the cops |
| Oh shit dummy (gunshot) somebody got shot |
| Don’t nobody fucking tell don’t nobody call the cops |