IUR Jetto, Icewear Vezzo, Babyface Ray - Oh Boy lyrics

Where the fuck is my MAC?
You got scared, went and rat (bitch)
I be up in Chiraq
At Harold's Chicken eating flats
How I’m coming, Hellcat (vrrm)
You got left in that Scat
550 got buttons like a factory or a jet
Where the fuck is my boy? I'm
Tryna sell it with my girl
Left his ass at the light
Like they did Caine and Harold
My uncle named Elroy, Percs look like Altoids
He took too many now he
I don't fuck with ol’ (boy)
Cause he fuck with ol' (boy)
I think he told on (boy)
I'ma get em (oh boy) if my PO is listening
(Boy, boy, boy I know he listening man)
Im out of town doing features nigga
RIP my nigga RIzzy
Wish my baby had his blicky
Last opp we turned into a pack
I'm smoking on that Sticky
You know we caught him with that 50
Put his ass in a jiffy now he screaming
(ah, ah, ah Hе need some milk)

We got blocks of that
(boy) and the girl, it's a whirl
Mix it in, makе a swirl
I get chickens just like Harold's
Back ends from the 'Raq
Before the tours nigga (no cap)
Road running state to state
Feel like Forest nigga
30 that new Hutchy piece
The boy, it ain't no touching me (uhn uhn)
Glizzy got it tucked on me
I shoot it, it come in clutch for me
Shorty just enough for me
I call, she come and fuck on me
Dripset, pink 10 eating feel like Killa Cam
This exclusive shit you wanna
Rock this jacket, you gotta spend a band
I then been rich, went broke and im lit again
She was playing roles
She ain't know so I hit her friend

Grab the Choppa this bitch
Singing like my jewelry
I got rich from selling syrup
Audemar look like Mcflurry’s huh
So much water on my necklace it look blurry
Freaky bitch love my lyrics
Bust her down right in the Urus
Don’t give a fuck about a (boy)
Not no nigga or no bitch
At my show 200 sticks
A hundred thousand they all crips
Yea them blues up in my pocket gang
Then put me on a lick
Sippin' Wocky wasn’t no Tris
Niggas pussy like my bitch
Caught him lacking now he finished
We gone send his ass to God
I did two years for that ride
20, 000 in all fives
For that paper im up early
Like im trying to get a job
Popped a G6 now im high
Pour the lean to balance out
Bitch we came from selling (boy)
Spent 300 on a toy
Hella sticks look like a forest
Tryna box me like im Floyd
Niggas cops, yea they employed
Take em out, yea that's deployed
Boy so strong like it's on 'roids
Niggas soft don't make no noise
Chains I got like 10 on me
Mobbin’ like we from Italy
30 a half of brick on me
Forty's they got extend on it
Up it before they get to me
Flexing I got that shit on me
Went from hoopin' to really shooting
Im balling literally nigga