Madchild, Tom MacDonald - O.M.G. lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Madchild, Tom MacDonald - O.M.G. lyrics]
Lately, I been tripping, I been smoking lots
Feel like I'm a target
And they're loading shots
Every time they tweet me, I'm like
"Oh my God"
Y'all don't wanna see me, man, I swear to God
Y'all don't understand me like
A burner phone, it's coded talk
I don't hang with y'all like I got
Warrants and you know the cops
I been at the top
You cannot see me with the scope you got
Squad all come with laser sights
Your shirt looks like it's polka dots
Oh my God, oh my God
Try to do me dirty, I like motocross
Oh my God, oh my God
All the money in my bag
It look like Photoshop
We been tired of the beefing
Y'all are tryna sneak diss
All in your feelings
I can see you creeping all in my DMs
I ain't gonna pretend money isn't revenge
Oh my God, bank account stole my heart
Oh my God, someone, hit the smoke alarm
Oh my God, money bigger than both my arms
Oh my God, pretty boy, but I go so hard
Lately, I don't listen and
You're talking lots blow it up upon you and
You ain't talking shop
Every time they hit me, I'm like, "Oh my God"
"I swear that y'all are demons
I put that on God"
Twist your cap 'cause everybody capping
That's your soda pop
Trip and you'll get clipped, I'll
Slip this clip in, that's a loaded Glock
Hungry for the money like my tummy
Full of poke a dots
Trust me, I don't go to police
Only filthy rodents talk
Oh my God, oh my God
Say they BBS's, but the glow is off
Oh my God, oh my God
I ain't riding with you
I'll just blow you off
We been tired of the beefing
Y'all are tryna sneak diss
All in your feelings
I can see you creeping all in my DMs
I ain't gonna pretend money isn't revenge
Oh my God, bank account stole my heart
Oh my God, someone, hit the smoke alarm
Oh my God, money bigger than both my arms
Oh my God, pretty boy, but I go so hard
My money is in my phone
You bummies wish that I'd go broke
Oh my God, bank account stole my heart
Oh my God, someone, hit the smoke alarm
Oh my God, money bigger than both my arms
Oh my God, pretty boy, but I go so hard
Feel like I'm a target
And they're loading shots
Every time they tweet me, I'm like
"Oh my God"
Y'all don't wanna see me, man, I swear to God
Y'all don't understand me like
A burner phone, it's coded talk
I don't hang with y'all like I got
Warrants and you know the cops
I been at the top
You cannot see me with the scope you got
Squad all come with laser sights
Your shirt looks like it's polka dots
Oh my God, oh my God
Try to do me dirty, I like motocross
Oh my God, oh my God
All the money in my bag
It look like Photoshop
We been tired of the beefing
Y'all are tryna sneak diss
All in your feelings
I can see you creeping all in my DMs
I ain't gonna pretend money isn't revenge
Oh my God, bank account stole my heart
Oh my God, someone, hit the smoke alarm
Oh my God, money bigger than both my arms
Oh my God, pretty boy, but I go so hard
Lately, I don't listen and
You're talking lots blow it up upon you and
You ain't talking shop
Every time they hit me, I'm like, "Oh my God"
"I swear that y'all are demons
I put that on God"
Twist your cap 'cause everybody capping
That's your soda pop
Trip and you'll get clipped, I'll
Slip this clip in, that's a loaded Glock
Hungry for the money like my tummy
Full of poke a dots
Trust me, I don't go to police
Only filthy rodents talk
Oh my God, oh my God
Say they BBS's, but the glow is off
Oh my God, oh my God
I ain't riding with you
I'll just blow you off
We been tired of the beefing
Y'all are tryna sneak diss
All in your feelings
I can see you creeping all in my DMs
I ain't gonna pretend money isn't revenge
Oh my God, bank account stole my heart
Oh my God, someone, hit the smoke alarm
Oh my God, money bigger than both my arms
Oh my God, pretty boy, but I go so hard
My money is in my phone
You bummies wish that I'd go broke
Oh my God, bank account stole my heart
Oh my God, someone, hit the smoke alarm
Oh my God, money bigger than both my arms
Oh my God, pretty boy, but I go so hard