OUD

Oud Why your boy so smooth You know I keep upping the moves Aims high and we shoot Sky’s the limit I’m the mother fucking truth I’m that mother-fucker Heaven sent like Gabriel to Arsenal Like a Gunner I’m a Gunna Pushing P and pushing packs like parcels Understand this Shit is never personal Never catch me kicking with no bitches I’m Uncertain of I drip clean If a brother do me dirty though his fam are gonna end up on the news Like “tell us what u know” Oud I’m getting so paid i should have my own bank Can’t mess with the wave make an opp walk plank Just give me my props I been playing my role Never phased by a loss I’m Ronaldo with the goals Why your boy so smooth and I keep upping the moves Aims high and we shoot Sky’s the limit I’m the mother fucking truth Oud This shit got me in the mood. The wave is tearing down the roof. There is nothing they can do Hit spitters