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