Scorey - Oh, Oh lyrics
[Scorey - Oh, Oh lyrics]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"
Uh, uh, it sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh" uh, uh
Hair tied, rock out with it
Gen5 Glock, extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Man slide, hop out with him
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we call the shots, Doc Rivers
It sing like, "Oh woah woah woah woah oh
Woah"
One call away and I'm gon' blow woah oh
Like, "Oh woah woah woah woah oh, woah"
You never know when it's time to go, woah
Hop out a rented van, blowin' like a fan
'til that glizzy jam 'cause it's hot
He think he got a chance
Run him out his pants
Stumble 'til he land when he shot
I need a big advance for a lot of bands
If you want my fans in your spot
Whip it, I put my hands in the pot
Instruments playin' jazz with a Glock
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"
Whеn them shots fire
Blowing fifty rounds 'til the opp diе
Let that glizzy pound at the stop sign
Like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"
Now his block fried, like Billie
Jean, she is not mine
Let off plenty steam when I pop mine
Hair tied, rock out with it
Gen5 Glock, extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Man slide, hop out with him
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we call the shots, Doc Rivers
It sing like, "Oh woah woah woah woah oh
Woah"
One call away and I'm gon' blow woah oh
Like, "Oh woah woah woah woah oh, woah"
You never know when it's time to go, woah
Stand over niggas, he tremblin', fuck it, I
Might have Lil Twizzy go finish him, uh
Hollow tips eat up his skin, when it hit
'em I'm watching these bullets diminish him
Uh they tired of me, no Michelin, huh
Fire in me, shit boost my adrenaline up
I'm what they tryna be, don't be cryin' to
Me if it's not for my benefit, uh
I ain't have no one inspirin' me
Kept an eye on the green
Now I'm livin' it up
I keep that iron with me, gotta ride
With the heat when I'm uppin'
I'm blickin' at somethin'
When we hit him it's tough
How many spit from the glizzy? Enough
I don't show 'em no pity
Just fill 'em with slugs
Hair tied, rock out with it
Gen5 Glock, extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Man slide, hop out with him
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we call the shots, Doc Rivers
It sing like, "Oh woah woah woah woah oh
Woah"
One call away and I'm gon' blow woah oh
Like, "Oh woah woah woah woah oh, woah"
You never know when it's time to go, woah
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"
Uh, uh, it sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh" uh, uh
Hair tied, rock out with it
Gen5 Glock, extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Man slide, hop out with him
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we call the shots, Doc Rivers
It sing like, "Oh woah woah woah woah oh
Woah"
One call away and I'm gon' blow woah oh
Like, "Oh woah woah woah woah oh, woah"
You never know when it's time to go, woah
Hop out a rented van, blowin' like a fan
'til that glizzy jam 'cause it's hot
He think he got a chance
Run him out his pants
Stumble 'til he land when he shot
I need a big advance for a lot of bands
If you want my fans in your spot
Whip it, I put my hands in the pot
Instruments playin' jazz with a Glock
It sound like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"
Whеn them shots fire
Blowing fifty rounds 'til the opp diе
Let that glizzy pound at the stop sign
Like, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"
Now his block fried, like Billie
Jean, she is not mine
Let off plenty steam when I pop mine
Hair tied, rock out with it
Gen5 Glock, extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Man slide, hop out with him
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we call the shots, Doc Rivers
It sing like, "Oh woah woah woah woah oh
Woah"
One call away and I'm gon' blow woah oh
Like, "Oh woah woah woah woah oh, woah"
You never know when it's time to go, woah
Stand over niggas, he tremblin', fuck it, I
Might have Lil Twizzy go finish him, uh
Hollow tips eat up his skin, when it hit
'em I'm watching these bullets diminish him
Uh they tired of me, no Michelin, huh
Fire in me, shit boost my adrenaline up
I'm what they tryna be, don't be cryin' to
Me if it's not for my benefit, uh
I ain't have no one inspirin' me
Kept an eye on the green
Now I'm livin' it up
I keep that iron with me, gotta ride
With the heat when I'm uppin'
I'm blickin' at somethin'
When we hit him it's tough
How many spit from the glizzy? Enough
I don't show 'em no pity
Just fill 'em with slugs
Hair tied, rock out with it
Gen5 Glock, extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Man slide, hop out with him
Anytime you pop, I'm with it
Show me how you rock, I'll witness
We gon' throw that lob like Clippers
And we call the shots, Doc Rivers
It sing like, "Oh woah woah woah woah oh
Woah"
One call away and I'm gon' blow woah oh
Like, "Oh woah woah woah woah oh, woah"
You never know when it's time to go, woah