Oh Yea

[Intro] (Keep that shit lowkey, Tae) [Chorus: OsamaSon, Backend] Two seat whip, me and the switch, yeah YSL jeans and they barely fit Yeah, spendin' ten, oh my, she finna throw a fit Yeah, and I'm still ridin' with the Micro stick Yeah, three play-plays bustin' in this iPhone 6 Yeah, ain't that but a bitch, I pulled up, brand new whip (Let's go) Madbudz ring my phone, we got new licks, yeah Finna catch a body in this Rick fit, yeah Lean got me hit, I can't see shit, yeah Fifty Percs' touch down, let's get it, yeah Brand new wrist, bust down, let's get it, yeah We fuck up the whip 'cause this bitch rented, yeah Bitch think I got on all my chains, I'm seein' [?] tinted Granny think I don't got a phone 'cause we ain't talk in a minute Keep pourin' up, I'm like, "Damn, when the juice finish?" Pounds after pounds, it's gettin' better, so I keep spinnin' Skippin' out of town 'cause I ball, you know I'm winnin' (Uh) (I'm skippin' out of town 'cause I ball, you know I'm winnin') [Verse 1: Backend & xaviersobased] (Uh; It's Backend, baby) Phone-Phone keep jumpin' 'cause the fiends keep callin' (Mm-mm) I shot at [?] tryna catch some shiny shit (Uh) I-I shot [?] and I bought some shiesty shit (Uh) Where the— Where the juice at? Man, pour up all that shit W-W-Where the juice at? I'm tryna sip all that shit Bi-Bitch said she like the Ricks, she tryna eat the dick (Yeah) Ridin' 'round, [?] stick, I ain't tryna slip (Mm) Movin' all these bowls, you can call me Pac-Man (Yeah-yeah) Movin' all these bowls, you can call me Pac-Man (Yeah-yeah) Bitch, I got them packs, man (Mm-mm) If you wanna [?], nigga, you can come and get it (Mm-mm) If you ain't tryna pay that high, nigga, I ain't gon' sweat it You could go shop somewhere else, nigga, you is gon' regret it (Mm-mm) [Verse 2: xaviersobased] Bitch, I'm dippin' cheese in the sky (Mm-mm) Bitch, I got Gs in the stash (Mm-mm) Yeah, bust him down, yeah, you ain't bustin' packs, ayy (Oh) Cheap ass nigga, get a bag (Oh) If a nigga sweat my pop, then I'm gettin' back (Oh) Bitch we goin' crazy in the trap (Yeah) Servin' plenty [?] out the bag (True) Catchin' phones around your neck don't really mean nothin' I remember dubbin' Gs out the Nissan I got fiends comin' down, they said they need some Spend a ying on a ring 'cause I need one Had to run, yeah, I did they ass bad Won't take the easy route because I wanna last [Chorus: OsamaSon] (Keep that shit lowkey, Tae) Two seat whip, me and switch, yeah YSL jeans and they barely fit Yeah, spendin' ten, oh my, she finna throw a fit Yeah, and I'm still ridin' with the Micro stick Yeah, three play-plays bustin' in this iPhone 6 Yeah, ain't that but a bitch, I pulled up, brand new whip (Let's go) Madbudz ring my phone, we got new licks, yeah Finna catch a body in this Rick fit, yeah Lean got me hit, I can't see shit, yeah Fifty Percs' touch down, let's get it, yeah Brand new wrist, bust down, let's get it, yeah We fuck up the whip 'cause this bitch rented, yeah Bitch think I got on all my chains, I'm seein' [?] tinted Granny think I don't got a phone 'cause we ain't talk in a minute Keep pourin' up, I'm like, "Damn, when the juice finish?" Pounds after pounds, it's gettin' better, so I keep spinnin' Skippin' out of town 'cause I ball, you know I'm winnin' (Skippin' out of town 'cause I ball, you know I'm winnin') [Outro: OsamaSon] (Wha—)