Jamarieon - OH REALLY Lyrics

(Damn, Murphy don't miss)
Won't trip on a tuck that's a hottie (I will dip)
Better have a cute face with that body (I won't hit)
I be stacking my bread, got the box with the stick
And I'm tryna get Rich just like Roddy (Brrt)
Got some head in the whip, I was flying (Facts)
Took my soul thought a nigga was dying (No Cap)
When I came back to life, I was up in a Tesla
I realized I ain't have to drive it (Okay)

Why you get mad? (Why?)
That she's throwing it
It's not my fault (What?)
Your bitch poking it
Go to the room (What she do?)
She was throating it
If she loves you, why she going then? (Damn)
Always talking 'bout the shorties
I f*cked her and lost her, I'm looking for Dori
She posted and @ me, won't put on my story
We only hangout when she calls cause she's horny
Back in this bitch
Like an addict I'm scratching again
I been ducking the fake niggas, they be capped out (What?)
Talking sliding but never bring straps out (At all)
He was gangsta, I see he a bitch now
He was Blood but he hanging with Crips now?
I can never let a nigga f*ck with my energy (Nah)
Light him up like a Dutch, is you kidding me?
All my niggas got nines and it's plenty beef
You violate, we invade through ya chimney
Like I'm Santa, the "ho's", I got three on me
And we pull up with some shit that shit that be hard to see (Get it?)
Know I vibe in the room I got eyes on me
All the aroma in here is because of me
I never been the type of nigga that'll type to niggas
So, if you do you a bitch to me
I don't mean to be mean I am sorry (I'm sorry)
If you're pregnant we're going on Maury (Going on Maury)
I am not the only one that's hitting that (What?)
Matter fact I ain't hit 'cause she boring (Duh)
I don't mean to be mean I am sorry (What?)
If you're pregnant we're going on Maury (Going on Maury)
I am not the only one that's hitting that (What)
Matter fact I ain't hit 'cause she boring (Duh)

Won't trip on a tuck that's a hottie (I will dip)
Better have a cute face with that body (I won't hit)
I be stacking my bread, got the box with the stick
And I'm tryna get Rich just like Roddy (Brrt)
Got some head in the whip, I was flying (Facts)
Took my soul thought a nigga was dying (No Cap)
When I came back to life, I was up in a Tesla
I realized I ain't have to drive it

Up top I be bopping and weaving
I was never violent, was chill till we had that attack
We go meet at his crib
I'ma kick in the front door and wave the straps while folksnem go through the back
After sweeping his crib he was gone so we had to go find him
I need him where is he- a map
He was getting topped up in the whip and got dropped with his bitch
And we left with his head on his lap
I don't got no enemies
But my imagery is out of this world is you shitting me ? (Oou)
For example, your shorty a puppet
I put my hand in, make it move, and she speaks for me (True)
Wanna knuckle up?
You wanna see me, I'll knock you out and have you wonder like Stevie (Oou)
That's too boring I'll put on glasses
Make you see blue and red like you watching in 3D (Damn)
Please get someone that can flow with me (Please do)
Take your time I'ma sit and wait in my seat (Oou)
I be smoking that Cali, I'm high in the Valley or up in the Hills (Beverly)
Please get someone that can flow with me (Please do)
Take your time I'ma sit and wait in my seat (Oou)
I be smoking that Cali, I'm high in the Valley or up in the Hills, Beverly