Luclover - Oh! lyrics

Damn Aj, you goin' crazy oh woah oh oh
Yeah, oh woah oh oh uh, oh woah oh oh

Oh, Got 12 on my ass, yeah the cops
They already know what we did (Oh)
Oh, Balenciaga on my socks
They go in my muhfuckin' kicks (Oh)
Oh, That choppa' got do do do do do
Aim at your muhfuckin' ribs (Oh)
Oh, This shit shine brighter
Than your diamonds
It look like it came out the fridge (Oh)
Oh, we gon' crash out on that muhfucker'
Heard he was talkin' bout' the kid
Oh, we don't be rockin' Chuck Taylors
I told that lil' bitch it's the ricks (Oh)
Oh, I keep this lil' hoe out
The tally, I got a lil', she dip
(Oh) oh, she beg me to hop in the foreign
And tell me to cancel the trip, oh

I tell the you a thotty
I just popped a molly
I feel out my body for real
I feel like MJ's body, I pass to this scotty
He shooting that bitch off the kill (Oh)
I'm off the domе in the booth mane
Y'all is a shit stain
I feel like Juicе off the pills (Oh)
I whip this shit up with
AJ, rip it like Beyblades
This shit a game and we still

And they don't come up to the muhfuckin'
They stay askin' me for a muhfuckin'
And I ain't been hearin' em'
Talkin' that shit no more
They heard the kid done got rich (Oh)
That money, that money on, yeah
I tripped that boy
I can teach you how to flip
They funny, they funny, they funny to me
Yeah boy cameras come out and they switched

Oh, Got 12 on my ass, yeah the cops
They already know what we did (Oh)
Oh, Balenciaga on my socks
They go in my muhfuckin' kicks (Oh)
Oh, That choppa' got do do do do do
Aim at your muhfuckin' ribs (Oh)
Oh, This shit shine brighter
Than your diamonds
It look like it came out the fridge (Oh)
Oh, we gon' crash out on that muhfucker'
Heard he was talkin' bout' the kid
Oh, we don't be rockin' Chuck Taylors
I told that lil' bitch it's the ricks (Oh)
Oh, I keep this lil' hoe out
The tally, I got a lil', she dip
(Oh) oh, she beg me to hop in the foreign
And tell me to cancel the trip, oh

I tell the you a thotty
I just popped a molly
I feel out my body for real
I feel like MJ's body, I pass to this scotty
He shooting that bitch off the kill (Oh)
I'm off the dome in the booth mane
Y'all is a shit stain
I feel like Juice off the pills (Oh)
I whip this shit up with
AJ, rip it like Beyblades
This shit a game and we still (Oh)