Oh Mama

[Intro: SwiftxMiles] Man you know what i'm talking about Fuck this shit bro They wanted me to do the remix Nah fuck that man I'm gonna do the cypher Im gonna rap out fucking hard on this shit Cuz i give less of a fuck what you think You know what I'm sayin [Verse 1: SwiftxMiles] Aye, aye, aye, aye Fuck the streets man I couldn't rap But I run the streets, yeah yeah and now I rap Fuck is you talking bout, I count up the racks Like fuck that shit, I count up the racks, Aye Talking about i couldn't make this and can't make that What the fuck you talking about Im top 10, I give less of a fuck about what you think What is you talking about, I'm in a other gang Yeah, yeah ok They said ok ay I said ok ay Pull up a gang, we the best Ok whatcha talking bout, we got the checks Yeah, yeah Fuck shit up out in the west Yeah, yeah Now i'm out in the west Yeah, east coast To the west we talking up next Shouts out Vlone, ok Thats an Order, yeah I pulled up a gang Could care less about you, yeah ok I got the watch, says 9 o’clock, ok What the fuck you talking bout, we on ID3 Could give less about you, whatcha talking please, yeah JoyconChef, whatcha talking bout like please, yeah We could care less, yeah ok please, yeah I remixed this beat, and then I killed it Fuck is you talking bout, count up the digits Fuck is you talking bout, count up in a minute What is you talking bout, count up now we next What the fuck about, I could give less about What you think about, me, I count up the checks What is you talking bout, I run the whole place What is you talking bout, ay When I go to my school it ain't a city, yeah My school, still pretty shitty But I couldn't care less about when they talk like they don't want I'm like wait, you ain't 50 Fuck is you talking bout, in a minute Care less about, your own digits I could care care less about, your own digits Care less about, your own digits But its Vlone, fuck is you talking about ok Pull up a gang, could care less about you at the end of the day I could care less about you, whatcha talking bout ok Went hard on this beat went ham, yeah ok please, ay Ay, went ham on this beat Run the streets, can you see Went ham on the beat Run the streets, can you see Yeah, ham on the beat Skipped school and then i sleep Yeah, i'm on the scene [Verse 2: LXST.Boy] Aye aye Run the streets? Nah, shit, already own em Call this Super Mario, steal yo peach and got her moaning (Yuh!) This shit so brazy, damn that bitch, she turned so crazy You can hang around with me but don’t expect to call you baby (Aye!) Ooh got yer screaming, oh bitch uh huh How you liking this dick? Uh huh Sloppy toppy, how that bitch call me young papi (wait, wait a minute, who are you) She know I’m L-X-S-T, all the others, they just copy Catch us middle of the night, Patrick Star She give me dome, what we call that sloppy toppy (Hahaha) (TVO till the end motherfucker) [Verse 3: Eza] Run the streets, while I'm killing these damn beats While y'all stuck beating y'all meats While I'm in your girl sheets Knowing that I am a freak Knowing that I am a freak Knowing that I am a freak Knowing that I am a freak, aye I am the editor, your girl I edit her In photoshop cause she like luring predators Going so fast like I'm running, running, running, running, running, running, running for senator Going off just like I'm DiscordBoy, in your girl pussy like I am her vsco toy, uh She got me dancing like disco boy and you know that pussy you I did destroy, uh (chill, yeesh) I got her leaking like it was the grinch I got her moaning not even an inch I left her hanging like it was a lynch She keeps on bugging me it is so cringe She freaky when she give the top Shout out Joe Mama and shout out Barack I go so hard like I am a damn rock And like in smash you will lose all your stocks, stocks, stocks I'm with the crew You already knew Stealing your boo, uh wait JoyconChef is a mess, so much stress, homeboy She spin on my dick like a merry-go-round Deactivate her just like Dr. Clown Pussy so creamy I love the damn sound I am the king bitch where is my crown, aye (Where is my crown? ah yeah) [Verse 4: GizzleGoo] Aye, yuh (It's GizzleGoo in this bitch, yooo Ayo Link can you pass the wood bro Can you pass the backwood bro Ay good looks bro, ay good looks bro) Hey, hey Smoking a wood on bamboo island I got the drip them Minecraft Diamonds Roll up punch you in the face while I’m smiling Skrrt in the jag when I hear sirens Come get your bitch, yeah she be trifling Sipping on Henny when I’m driving I get these hoes and I ain’t even trying Punch him in the face now he is crying, aye Smoking like a Rasta (Ooh) Pull up with a choppa (Ooh) Your bitch call me poppa (Yeah) Oh my god, yuh Pull up in a Mazda Shooting the choppa Up out the window, ima let them things go Pull up I run the smoke, I throw the hands (Yeah) I get all the bands Yo bitch swallow nut, yuh Pull up booted up, yuh Smoke another Dutch, yuh They say I’m the plug, yuh Henny in my cup, yuh I be taking dubs, yuh Jewels wet like a tub, yuh I don’t give no fuck, yuh Yo girl gave me suck, yuh Then I’m dipping up, yuh I be booted up, yuh I be taking dubs, yuh Now your girlfriend choosing bitch, what the fuck you doing bitch I don’t really do shit, all I do is move bricks These fools are clowns Break a brick down (Down) Flip another pound (Pound) Get that money now (Now) Smoke the gas to relax, I be chillin that’s no cap But don’t get it twisted cos this shit is not easy (Ooh) If you talking shit boy you just might have to see me (Wait) I be shooting fast, John Cena you cannot see me (Ooh) He be talking shit, he jealous he wanna be me (Yuh) Jays on my feet, hate on your speech Your girl stay sucking on my meat I got drip to my feet, pull up shoot him in the feet Smoking a wood on bamboo island I get the bitches, I ain't even trying [Verse 5: Hei] Pop some Molly, pop some K Cops pulling up exposing She tryna snitch KO and fuck that bih Dead on the floor 10 shots no pour She wanted to be top 10 Beat it up like I'm Ken Spark up now she lit Smoke in the air Looking is it fair Call in for the kit Get the body bag Gotta get this bag I ain't risking no case Unless they got a case I ain't fucking with you Shout out rip screw Looking for no 9 Blood on shirt like wine Homies said she was fine All plastic she was lying Now she lying in the back Body count I lost track Smoke and Hennessy Eyes the Odyssey We on that red eye Drip Marty McFly She knew she dead Suicide before fed Whole lotta red Slit wrists on bed [Verse 6: GingerSnapGanon] Yeah, yeah It’s GingerSnapGanon, GSG People think they can step to me (Yea aiiii) I been cooking these bars up so hot It feels like a season of JCC (JoyconChef) Don’t call me Sam cuz I don’t cheat I’m cooking up lunch, 1 kidney bean (Chillll verga) When you come box me, you're dropping That blood i'll be mopping I'm leaving you dead like that Guinea Pig (Skleeck!) I don’t run the streets, I just in my throne and look down on you children (Let’s goooo) Fans taking photos with me, I look good, I’m cropping you out of that picture (No cap) I’m a meme god, I tweet out my scriptures (Cum) Confess for your sins on the VC of Twitter Juan IDK wheres that milk review (Yeah) We been waiting for you Looks like the 9 year old still needs his babysitter (Hahahaha) Out to the U.K. so I can give em a taste of that Water Based Tea (Oi mate) Next up, we in Budapest cuz you know that my flow is so Savory and Sweet Call me DiscordBoy cuz I steal all the heat Yuma on my dick but its not Halal meat In the archives man I got all the receipts (Uh) Better watch how you speak (Yeah) No context GC, I’ll keep posting these tweets (Ayyyyy) I don’t swear a lot, almost like I was Hei You be runnin streets, (lets go), ok ay Chillin out here with the TVO gang That’s the Vlone Order, we all hard, Kaclang (Ha) Ginger came back with the memes Ginger got no beef Ginger vibin with run the streets (Bruh) There’s a lot in here for y'all to decipher GSG, Run the Streets Cypher [Verse 7: JTH] Aye, yuh (It's ya boy JTH, boutta kill this bitch, hold up, waifu) Yuh, yuh, yuh Took yo bitch like Ecstasy Then she slept right next to me Don’t want no complexity Baby this called Run the Streets NFB wanna be that NFB wanna be this Why you Changed your A-V-I That make you a simp (That makes you a simp boy!), Bitch My bad, sorry, had to call you out (Aye Aye) Issa shame that a beaner knocked you out (Knocked you out) Better think twice talking shit to me (Shit to me) Ima head out finna beat my meat (Bitch!) Next up, Ginger Snap Gay (Who) I see you eating Gabagool every day Going to New York to knock you out round three (Yuh) You already know that imma do it for free Moving the perc, making it work (Ah) Bitch on the pole, she finna twerk She in the tramp’ and she bouncing I'm gonna throw her a thousand You know that she freaky, she know that I'm picky I'm finna fuck her on the mountain British boy wanna box me, funny (Ah) It's too bad that he can’t get no pussy (Gimme the pussy boss) That's a Vlone Order, you know that we are the mob Beat you down, bloody floor, bitch go get the mop King of Smash Twitter, you know how it do Stealing DB's Clout, what's he gonna do? You already know we gon kill this thing With the TVO homies We gon run the streets (Yuh) (JTH, hottest boy, Run The Streets Cypher, 2020) [Verse 8: Kasuna] (You didn't expect that did you, well here I am The source, of everything) It's Kasuna on the track again, I'll rap again Y'all fucking with the Joyconmen I'll put you niggas in the dirt cuz I ain't having it My golden deer house gonna clean you cuz we ravaging The masterbrain, my savage flow will bring the pain The Persian gang, you niggas like to call it lame (lame) Fuck you niggas that would never believe You thought I would leave, but here I am we out of your league I'll say it again, you'll fucking catch a body my friend I'm really bout to innovate this whole cyphering trend It's obvious man, owari da like anime fans This shit's boutta end, you running out of free time to spend Cuz i'm a Super Saiyan God and i'm boutta transcend You can't comprehend, hit you with both hands call it weekend BITCH [Verse 9: Trffy] (Yo whats good, It’s ya boy T-R-F-F-Y aka lil windex in the building We bout to get into this ya feel me) Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye This bitch is so boring don't think I can take it She want to hang out, I don't think I can make it (Can't make it) I'm losing attention my minds going vacant I want my bread now so give me my payment (My payment) I spit like i'm Biggie I need me a Thickie With a sense of humor and an ass, that’s fat Like a mother fucking tumor (Bro, what you did just say? no seriously like what did you just say? that was fucking disgusting Yo chill bro, don’t do that shit again bro Chilll, for real) I'm dripping like ice Wrist is cold blooded, so talk to me nice I’m about that action, so you better think twice Matter fact, just step to me right (Aye!) I don’t give a fuck if you rolling with 3 Y’all niggas ain’t really fucking with me And I’m number 1, with 2 guns Not RWJ but 1+2=3 (Yo, i fuck with that. that was pretty clean, whose calling you bro? Is she, really doing this right now? Aight, oh wow) This bitch keep calling, she won’t leave me alone She said; “You’re the dad” Bitch get off my phone (Bro, you didn’t have to do her like that. that was crazy, god damn) Don’t you see i’m in the zone You don't know what is happening in my dome I’m just tryna rap, and cop some Vlone You know (Aye) i’m with the the gang (Aye), TVO (Ok!) (That’s the Vlone order if you didn’t know It’s that mother fucking cypher shit)