Letra de ' OMG ' de Young Thug

Uh
Man, this shit gets so fuckin' big, this shit big as a blimp
Goose
Lookin' down on these shrimps
You understand what I'm sayin', slimeball?
You dig what I'm sayin', Stafa?
A little louder, my nigga
Yeah
(Goose with another one)
Slatt, slatt, slatt

I just bought my dawg a bag (yeah)
He got that shit straight off and pulled back up with the cash, yeah (skrt, skrt)
I just bought my dawg a bag (racks)
He got that shit straight off and pulled back up with the cash, yeah (yeah)
I just bought my dawg a bag (bag)
He got that shit straight off and pulled back up with the cash, yeah
He pulled back up with cash, yeah
Dropped that shit straight off
And then pulled up with the cash, yeah, yeah (get it all, get it all, get it all, get it all)

If I'm down on my last, I know all my niggas gon' go
And I had a ho named Leshawn from New Orleans
That pussy was wet, I just float (woo)
He on the road in a jag' with them bands
If cops pulled him over, put that bitch to the floor
Listen, lil set want the new double r, but that money dirty
Told him bring me like four-hundred-thousand bands
Nigga, when you rich, you don't gotta make plans (nah, nah)
Count it till you can't feel your hands
I want you to stack it till you can't see nothin' (slatt, ahh)
Oh my God (God)
Oh my God (oh my God)
Oh my God (yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, oh my God (woo, Thugger)

Ever since I got my mouth fixed, I've been a whole new species
Yeah, I'm only a blood, but I got all these bitches wanna see me and be me
Digg that, I said I'm only a blood
But I got my new baby girl that c-c-c-c (Chanel vintage, woo)
I was tryna move myself to Hollywood
And get up out these street-street-street-streets (I'm out the streets now)
I got it out the mud (I got it out the mud)
I got it out the mud (I got it out the mud)
Every time I count it, I lust (count it I lust)
I got it all just because (all just because)
My momma told me I need to hurry up and blow (momma told me)
So I went and did that for her (know I did that, yeah)
Then I made a million then I went
And bought an Audi and a jag' for her (woo, woo, skrt, skrt)
It didn't come with no sale on it, yeah (it didn't come with no sale)
Most of these bitches gonna bail on ya, yeah (most these bitches gon' leave)
Most your niggas gonna steal from ya
And before I go for that, I'll kill homie (ba, ba, ba, ba)
White g-star shirt, nigga pale on 'em
Baby, if your pockets fat I'll put some wheels on it
YSL, they better kill, better not get killed on me
Locked up real, fool, no tony bologna

I don't like my job (know that, lil' child)
I do it for my child (I do it for my child)
I do it for the wild (I do it for the streets)
I do it for loud (I do it in the uh, uh, uh)
I do it for cash (I do it for the cash)
I do it for your ass (I run up on me a four)
I do it for some cash (I do it for them blues)
I do it on the dash (I do it on the skrrt)

I do it for your momma them (do it for your momma)
I pay all of your momma bills (all of 'em bills)
I take all your momma deals (take it all)
I take all of these perky pills (takin' a few)
I done took all the perky pills (no overdose)
I done popped off the double seal (no overdose)
I done looked over lots of deals (I looked it over)
I wan' chill, let me fuckin' live (I don't wanna sign)

I'm only a blood (I'm a real blood)
I'm a big blood (I'm a big blatt, blatt)
And I'm a real blood (I'm a big, blood)
I wanna see some blood (I wanna see some meat, yeah)
I'm ridin' with my 'cause (I'm ridin' with my 'cause though)
But I'm a big blood, yeah (I'm a big blood, yeah)
Fuck lil' momma then pass it to my dawg, yeah
When I get through bring her back, to me

I don't care if you a prostitute
That was way before you met me
I don't care if you know everybody in a motherfuckin' street
Rip to bankroll fresh, this shit got me losin' all my flesh
All these bitches fake, no lice, yeah, yeah
I know they scopin' us, yeah, yeah
Like they suppose to, yeah, yeah
Free Dulu, yeah, yeah
Free Unfoonk (free 'em)
I gotta get 'em out (yeah)
My momma gettin' old (she old)
And if I get 'em out, she got somethin' else to live for, ahh
She like fifty-five, yeah
She still in her stride, yeah
Brim low, sunny-side, ayy (blatt)
Pretty bitch, I might just wife, yeah (why?)
Go damn, I think I like her, yeah
Diamonds black, nigga knight her, ayy
You gon' make me read the bible
Nigga rappin', rappin' bad like a cypher
Not Jordan, that's my brodie, yeah
On Atlanta like you know it