Oh Lord (feat. 3 Glizzy)

It's Nev on the beat, *****
Young Jefe, holmes
Boss
I can feel somebody cryin' for me,
Like, "Oh, Lord" (Oh, Lord)
That ***** turned his back on you,
Yeah, that's your dog (Nope)
My *****, she givin' love, told her to hold on (Hold on)
'Cause any given day can get caught in a war zone (Oh-oh)
Lil' mama, she a dime,
So I paid her student loan (God damn)
And my ***** love to talk,
Now I can't even use phones (God damn, God damn)
I think these ****** lyin',
That's why I don't do their songs (Yah)
Everybody wanna ride the wave when you on (Yah, yah, yah)
Can't begin to relax (Yeah) a whole lot (A whole lot)
Brought her into my head, y'all, like a Tylenol
Got a little model broad (Uh), yeah, she know how to ****
R-I-P my dawg (Uh), yeah,
I miss all of y’all (God damn, God damn)
I just sent some bread to my ***** in the pen
When they ask the question,
"Suck my ****" is what he said (Hahahaha)
On murder’s where I'll stand on
Until I’m bloody red (Okay)
I'll murder you on camera, holmes, no,
I ain't ******' scared (Uh)
Peanut butter jelly ’til I ************' lost it (Uh)
*****, you should see my mansion,
Look like a ************' apartment
Pull that God damn Maybach out (Yah),
Feel good that I ain't stoppin' (Good)
*****, my Glock got a double, check it,
We can get it poppin', *****
I can feel somebody cryin' for me,
Like, "Oh, Lord" (Oh, Lord)
That ***** turned his back on you,
Yeah, that's your dog (Nope)
My *****, she givin' love, told her to hold on (Hold on)
'Cause any given day can get caught in a war zone (Oh-oh)
Lil' mama, she a dime,
So I paid her student loan (God damn)
And my ***** love to talk,
Now I can't even use phones (God damn, God damn)
I think these ****** lyin',
That's why I don't do their songs (Yah)
Everybody wanna ride the wave when you on (Yah, yah, yah)
Hundred rounds in my TEC,
Got them choppers on the deck (B-r-r-r)
Got her movin' smart now, she different,
I'm playin' chess (Gang)
Got that big boy Rolly, now I want the Patek ('Tek)
I Got that money and power
And a whole lot of 'guettes (Gang)
Fell out with two of my homies
'Cause one a snake and one a rat
Damn, I thought I could trust you,
But you lost all my respect (**** it)
Thought you was better than that, **** it,
I know what to expect (I know what to expect)
It's gon' be a murder, it's gon' be a mess (B-r-r-r)
Pull up with them choppers,
Make it rain on your set (Murder, murder, murder)
I been gone all night,
I barely even slept (I barely even slept)
Lil' *****, that ***** dead,
The **** you thought you wasn't gettin'?
(Thought you wasn't gettin'?)
My mama know I thug and grandpa got me on them gats
A ***** play with three,
The police know what's comin' next
I done did my dirt,
Know ****** might want get back (Might want get back)
She from way out in the suburbs, have her in the projects
My aunt say she worried 'bout me,
I stay on point, I keep the gat (Murder, murder, murder)
I can feel somebody cryin' for me,
Like, "Oh, Lord" (Oh, Lord)
That ***** turned his back on you,
Yeah, that's your dog (Nope)
My *****, she givin' love, told her to hold on (Hold on)
'Cause any given day can get caught in a war zone (Oh-oh)
Lil' mama, she a dime,
So I paid her student loan (God damn)
And my ***** love to talk,
Now I can't even use phones (God damn, God damn)
I think these ****** lyin',
That's why I don't do their songs (Yah)
Everybody wanna ride the wave when you on (Yah, yah, yah)