Lyrics Oh Ya - Pesh Mayweather, Lil Keed

Oh Ya

Yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah
Ay DeCicco, what up my nigga?
Let’s go, let’s go
Keed talk to 'em!
Yeah, I get in her mouth and I drop her right off
It’s bitch you hear the exhaust
Nigga play crazy we shootin' at his mouth
Yeah I’m drippin' shit that not even out
I got on O like its snowing in the house
I’m stuffin' these racks in a lil' bitty pouch
These niggas like candles they burnin' right out
We run up these bands, oh yeah
We go get a bag, oh yeah
I’m drippin' these custom made pants, oh yeah
I’m known to pop at your man, oh yeah, oh yeah
Don’t take the mob and they be what I’m reppin' and that 'til the death of me
You blowin' her phone up and textin' that bitch but she layin' right next to me
Might be on ecstasy we not the same there’s a major discrepancy
I done found out the recipe, nigga this is my destiny
Lookin' for pictures
Shoot up your hood all you seen was smoke
Then like a Cleveland coach
One of a kind you ain’t seen before
Her beautiful mind just like
In an old school sittin' on a hundred spokes
These niggas like a checkerboard
Pull up in something you can’t afford
With a bad bitch that you can’t ignore
Yeah that’s my young bool no mantador
We waving red flags like a mantador
Fuck did you think that they can’t afford
Strapped with a Tony Montana torch
Pesh he the hardest Atlanta boy
Been rapping on duct tape and alley boy
Yeah, I get in her mouth and I drop her right off
It’s bitch you hear the exhaust
Nigga play crazy we shootin' at his mouth
Yeah I’m drippin' shit that not even out
I got on O like its snowing in the house
I’m stuffin' these racks in a lil' bitty pouch
These niggas like candles they burnin' right out
We run up these bands, oh yeah
We go get a bag, oh yeah
I’m drippin' these custom made pants, oh yeah
I’m known to pop at your man, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m the wrong nigga to fuck with
Ride with no got a stick in the cut
got me booted on muddy
I’m so geeked up my state of mind be fucked
don’t try to play me
Bitch I go hard, y’all are fugazi
I got a team full of shooters like KD
My trap going crazy like crack in the 80's
cartel going brazy
She poppin' her pussy for me so amazing
She look like she asian and mixed with caucasian
Pesh in the building a special occasion
red it’s bloody invasion
You niggas ain’t throwin' no money you playin'
We been having paper what the fuck is you sayin'
Fuck all the hating with no hesitation
Shoot the bitch up when
outside and they waitin'
I’m going crazy I’m fucking retarded
In the city of Atlanta, I’m the hardest
I bust yo head in broad daylight regardless
Cause I beat the charges, I’m on that mob shit
Yeah, I get in her mouth and I drop her right off
It’s bitch you hear the exhaust
Nigga play crazy we shootin' at his mouth
Yeah I’m drippin' shit that not even out
I got on O like its snowing in the house
I’m stuffin' these racks in a lil' bitty pouch
These niggas like candles they burnin' right out
We run up these bands, oh yeah
We go get a bag, oh yeah
I’m drippin' these custom made pants, oh yeah
I’m known to pop at your man, oh yeah, oh yeah