Oh Really?

[Intro: Guapdad 4000] Oh, why you doing— why you calling me right now? Shit [Chorus: Joyce Wrice] Oh, really? I see you hittin' my phone Oh, really? Say that you love my songs Oh, really? Knowing back then, couldn't get a response Shine, shine, now I'm on Bitch can't do no wrong (Oh) I'll take you out, write you off (Oh) Can't stand a fake double-cross (Oh) I paved the path that I'm on, really (Yeah, yeah) Oh, really? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, yeah) [Verse 1: Guapdad 4000] Turn it down, the weed loud, might wake the neighbors Get it on, I think a nigga ran out of paper Okay, lil' buddy They wasn't there when I used to be dusty Niggas like, "How you do this on your own?" Even if I tell 'em I'm too hard to copy, copy? This mеant my music don't copy Used to be pimpin' like Scotty Usеd to handin' out favors, now it's, "Fuck you, give me my money" She love the way that I dress, uh Shoes cost more than your check Fly to LA on a jet, uh I let God take care of the rest Yeah, I spent a bag on the necklace 'Cause I was rappin' on my sofa while niggas stood at intersections Life is filled with blessings, passenger of the Benzes I think I created a monster, she don't fuck with no pedestrians [Chorus: Joyce Wrice] Oh, really? I see you hittin' my phone Oh, really? Say that you love my songs Oh, really? Knowing back then, couldn't get a response Shine, shine, now I'm on Bitch can't do no wrong (Oh) I'll take you out, write you off (Oh) Can't stand a fake double-cross (Oh) I paved the path that I'm on, really Oh, really? [Verse 2: Guapdad 4000] (It's a check) I just been lost in my head lately (Yeah) Somebody send me a prayer maybe (Pray) Don't worry, I'm sorry I couldn't make it (Sorry) Save me a seat at the dinner table (Seat) I'm in the back like I'm on the payroll (Back) Talkin' to white people at a stable (White) Niggas was hatin', but that's okay though (Yeah) Way I been ballin', I feel like a dunk (Yeah) Shooter gon' hawk him, he shoot like Halo (Shoot) Then it was over Bitch, I'm a soldier (Woo) I thought I told you I'm finna go up (Yeah) Up in the wind like a super (Up) How have I been? Baby, super I'm in the house, Mister Cooper Pick up my bae, I'ma swoop her I just might nut on her FUPA Look, I'm drivin' in the Batman coupe (Yeah) Feel like Pippen in the backhand too (Yeah) Niggas flexin', nigga, I flex too (Yeah) Watching can-cans in Cancun (Ooh) I could get money in these streets (Mmm) Or be TC in NFTs (Yeah) Looking very flee in my fleece (Yeah) Baby wanna sit on my face [Chorus: Joyce Wrice] Oh, really? I see you hittin' my phone Oh, really? Say that you love my songs Oh, really? Knowing back then, couldn't get a response Shine, shine, now I'm on Bitch can't do no wrong (Oh) I'll take you out, write you off (Oh) Can't stand a fake double-cross (Oh) I paved the path that I'm on, really Oh, really? [Outro: Lou Phelps & Guapdad 4000] Oh, really? Oh, really? Oh, really? Oh, really? Really? Oh, really? Oh, really? Oh, really? Oh, really? Oh, really? Oh, really? Better stop playin' these games, yeah Oh, really? You ain't never done me like this Oh They don't got no clue Got shit do deal with, but that is on you Yeah Yeah You act like you never heard No, talkin' bout, yeah, uh, what, I don't know Whatever