Baby Smoove - Oh My God lyrics

Say, "I love you, dad" okay
Keep me that everywhere that I ride
Bad bitch ridin' on my side

Big old motor in the car I drive (Cino)
Got me a bad bitch right here on my side
Keep me a chopper everywhere that I ride
Wipe a nigga up, show him who king slime
Got a bunch of Monclers, got like six or five
Lil' bitch miss me, I don't even know why
It don't cost that much to
Make sure you ain't alive
Park the Lam' truck right on Rodeo Drive
Buying Number (N) ine, got at least like five
My exhaust pop when I drive (yeah)
Gucci socks to Gucci slides
Smoking exotics why I'm so high
Send a quick hit, get a lil' nigga popped
Off White hoodie got stripes on the side
My Backwoods taste good every time
Wock' in my red
That's a lil' rock and ride
Got a lil' bad bitch, I'ma hit it from
The back, I'ma switch to the side
I'ma do the whole nine
M560 is gripping my thigh
You don't need to know the price
You ain't even gon' buy it

Oh my God (yeah, yeah)
Oh my God (yeah, yeah)
Oh my God (yeah, yeah) oh my God (yeah)
Oh my oh my (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You ain't even gon' slide (yeah, yeah)
Keep my iron (yeah, yeah)
Wouldn't even try it (yeah, yeah)
Cost your life (yeah, yeah)

Put a nigga on, I could take a nigga out
Send him on a route
Get him shot in the mouth
Keep me a pint, what you talking 'bout
A drought?
He ran to the 'Gram, I ran to his house
Hollow tips hiding all in my pouch
Look in my closet, cost your house
RIPs aimed at your mouth
Got NBA money like Tatum and Brown
We should take vacations to
An itty bitty town
Got a lot of money, I could make a big pile
Dirty-ass eight, got the pop looking foul
Still got drank when they
Say it ain't around

Oh my God (yeah) oh my God (yeah, yeah)
Oh my God oh my (My God)
Oh my

Big old motor in the car I drive
Got me a bad bitch right here on my side
Keep me a chopper everywhere that I ride
Wipe a nigga up, show him who king slime
Got a bunch of Monclers, got like six or five
Lil' bitch miss me, I don't even know why
It don't cost that much to
Make sure you ain't alive
Parked the Lamb truck right on Rodeo Drive
Buying Number (N) ine, got at least like five
My exhaust pop when I drive
Gucci socks to Gucci slides
Smoking exotics why I'm so high
Send a quick hit, get a lil' nigga popped
Off White hoodie got stripes on the side
My Backwoods taste good every time

Oh my God (yeah, yeah)
Oh my God (yeah, yeah) oh my God (Oh my God)
Oh my God (Oh my) oh my
Oh my (Ayy, ayy)
You ain't even gon' slide (yeah, yeah)
Keep my iron (yeah, yeah)
Wouldn't even try it (yeah, yeah)
Cost your life

Put a nigga on, I could take a nigga out
Send him on a route
Get him shot in the mouth
Keep me a pint, what you talking 'bout
A drought?
He ran to the 'Gram, I ran to his house
Hollow tips hiding all in my pouch
Look in my closet, cost your house
RIPs aimed at your mouth
Got NBA money like Tatum and Brown
We should take vacations to
An itty bitty town
Got a lot of money, I could make a big pile
Dirty-ass eight, got the pop looking foul
Still got drank when they
Say it ain't around

Oh my God oh my God (yeah, yeah)
Oh my God (Oh my) oh my God (Oh my)
Ayy, oh my oh my
Yeah, yeah, you ain't gon'