Hit me up, say she don't want no slow song
Tell her calm, let me flow on a soul song
Yeah you might be down now but life goes on
Turn the frown upside down, go and show em
If we show up, then we show out
Just to show off, when we go out
This an air cannon, it's a blowout
Minnesota repping, lil boat now
You know this shit is cold, get a coat now
Get away from me, I need a moat now
Excuse me while I go down on Motown type soul sound don't slow down now
Oh shit! Now I'm feeling like the old me
Making brand new hits outta old beats
Star of David 'round my neck that's a cold piece
Some of you rappers stealing bars like gold thieves
Oh oh oh oh me oh my
If you feeling this vibe put your hands to the sky
Imma make sure that tonight never die
Gonna be bumping this shit for the rest of my life
Cuz I will not fold under pressure
Most of y'all ain't worth effort
I'm teaching giving a lecture
I'm sick and it's infectious
I'm young I'm dumb I'm reckless
No Jesus on my necklace
No cross in my heart
No hoping to die
Just checking off exes on my goddamn Checklist
Shutting down the hecklers
Get ya bitch go fetch her
Imma pro w the sticky, I'm a fly catcher
And when my girl pull up w product u Know imma match her
Running 'round the city
Feeling lifted off a skinny
If you can't roll it's a pity
I'm a dime you a penny
Tipsy off the Henny
Sayin' hey to my girl jenny
And I'll piss her off now
Later make up like it's Fenty
Some of y'all still saying Siroka can't rap
Don't know what you on the boss's wife thought I was Trav
Not famous yet can't wait for that
But I promise once I am I'm giving back
To the homies to the haters
The ones that built me up in layers
Only things I'll ever take from you
Are thoughts and ur prayers
I'm on my way up
I'm climbing those stairs
I know I stand out
I'm ignoring those stares
I'll be saying my shit until somebody cares
Spitting dark and cold like a supervillain Lair
Feeling exposed like I'm sitting bare
Better make em dance than sit and stare
I come and go like ejaculate and evacuate
Vocabulary spectacular, wardrobe immaculate
Siroka here to stay damn so accurate
Passing off to Cody like gotcha tag you're it
Let's start it off with a bang
Oh that's what's her name?
100K on the gram
Got her looks to blame
She plays this song for her
Friends
When they in the whip
Said this the anthem for the year
Yeah she feels this shit
I bet her DMs flooded
With all types of guys
Never been with a winner
Ain't no reason why
Ben said oh me oh my
I thought the same exact thing
With this view from behind
Look
I heard she top of her class
Got the finest brains
I let her educate me
'For I go my way
Her man sick
My singles
On shorty most played
He in his feelings
All boxed up like
An 80s fade
She acting different
Now he asking who the
One to blame
Check her recents
Bet
They all go to Cody James
I got her front seat
Jamming in the whip
On the freeway
Changing gears
She love to handle the stick
Siroka - Oh Me! Oh My! (feat. Cody James) Lyrics
Siroka - Oh Me! Oh My! (feat. Cody James) Lyrics
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Hit me up, say she don't want no slow song
Tell her calm, let me flow on a soul song
Yeah you might be down now but life goes on
Turn the frown upside down, go and show em
If we show up, then we show out
Just to show off, when we go out
This an air cannon, it's a blowout
Minnesota repping, lil boat now
You know this shit is cold, get a coat now
Get away from me, I need a moat now
Excuse me while I go down on Motown type soul sound don't slow down now
Oh shit! Now I'm feeling like the old me
Making brand new hits outta old beats
Star of David 'round my neck that's a cold piece
Some of you rappers stealing bars like gold thieves
Oh oh oh oh me oh my
If you feeling this vibe put your hands to the sky
Imma make sure that tonight never die
Gonna be bumping this shit for the rest of my life
Cuz I will not fold under pressure
Most of y'all ain't worth effort
I'm teaching giving a lecture
I'm sick and it's infectious
I'm young I'm dumb I'm reckless
No Jesus on my necklace
No cross in my heart
No hoping to die
Just checking off exes on my goddamn Checklist
Shutting down the hecklers
Get ya bitch go fetch her
Imma pro w the sticky, I'm a fly catcher
And when my girl pull up w product u Know imma match her
Running 'round the city
Feeling lifted off a skinny
If you can't roll it's a pity
I'm a dime you a penny
Tipsy off the Henny
Sayin' hey to my girl jenny
And I'll piss her off now
Later make up like it's Fenty
Some of y'all still saying Siroka can't rap
Don't know what you on the boss's wife thought I was Trav
Not famous yet can't wait for that
But I promise once I am I'm giving back
To the homies to the haters
The ones that built me up in layers
Only things I'll ever take from you
Are thoughts and ur prayers
I'm on my way up
I'm climbing those stairs
I know I stand out
I'm ignoring those stares
I'll be saying my shit until somebody cares
Spitting dark and cold like a supervillain Lair
Feeling exposed like I'm sitting bare
Better make em dance than sit and stare
I come and go like ejaculate and evacuate
Vocabulary spectacular, wardrobe immaculate
Siroka here to stay damn so accurate
Passing off to Cody like gotcha tag you're it
Let's start it off with a bang
Oh that's what's her name?
100K on the gram
Got her looks to blame
She plays this song for her
Friends
When they in the whip
Said this the anthem for the year
Yeah she feels this shit
I bet her DMs flooded
With all types of guys
Never been with a winner
Ain't no reason why
Ben said oh me oh my
I thought the same exact thing
With this view from behind
Look
I heard she top of her class
Got the finest brains
I let her educate me
'For I go my way
Her man sick
My singles
On shorty most played
He in his feelings
All boxed up like
An 80s fade
She acting different
Now he asking who the
One to blame
Check her recents
Bet
They all go to Cody James
I got her front seat
Jamming in the whip
On the freeway
Changing gears
She love to handle the stick
Tell her calm, let me flow on a soul song
Yeah you might be down now but life goes on
Turn the frown upside down, go and show em
If we show up, then we show out
Just to show off, when we go out
This an air cannon, it's a blowout
Minnesota repping, lil boat now
You know this shit is cold, get a coat now
Get away from me, I need a moat now
Excuse me while I go down on Motown type soul sound don't slow down now
Oh shit! Now I'm feeling like the old me
Making brand new hits outta old beats
Star of David 'round my neck that's a cold piece
Some of you rappers stealing bars like gold thieves
Oh oh oh oh me oh my
If you feeling this vibe put your hands to the sky
Imma make sure that tonight never die
Gonna be bumping this shit for the rest of my life
Cuz I will not fold under pressure
Most of y'all ain't worth effort
I'm teaching giving a lecture
I'm sick and it's infectious
I'm young I'm dumb I'm reckless
No Jesus on my necklace
No cross in my heart
No hoping to die
Just checking off exes on my goddamn Checklist
Shutting down the hecklers
Get ya bitch go fetch her
Imma pro w the sticky, I'm a fly catcher
And when my girl pull up w product u Know imma match her
Running 'round the city
Feeling lifted off a skinny
If you can't roll it's a pity
I'm a dime you a penny
Tipsy off the Henny
Sayin' hey to my girl jenny
And I'll piss her off now
Later make up like it's Fenty
Some of y'all still saying Siroka can't rap
Don't know what you on the boss's wife thought I was Trav
Not famous yet can't wait for that
But I promise once I am I'm giving back
To the homies to the haters
The ones that built me up in layers
Only things I'll ever take from you
Are thoughts and ur prayers
I'm on my way up
I'm climbing those stairs
I know I stand out
I'm ignoring those stares
I'll be saying my shit until somebody cares
Spitting dark and cold like a supervillain Lair
Feeling exposed like I'm sitting bare
Better make em dance than sit and stare
I come and go like ejaculate and evacuate
Vocabulary spectacular, wardrobe immaculate
Siroka here to stay damn so accurate
Passing off to Cody like gotcha tag you're it
Let's start it off with a bang
Oh that's what's her name?
100K on the gram
Got her looks to blame
She plays this song for her
Friends
When they in the whip
Said this the anthem for the year
Yeah she feels this shit
I bet her DMs flooded
With all types of guys
Never been with a winner
Ain't no reason why
Ben said oh me oh my
I thought the same exact thing
With this view from behind
Look
I heard she top of her class
Got the finest brains
I let her educate me
'For I go my way
Her man sick
My singles
On shorty most played
He in his feelings
All boxed up like
An 80s fade
She acting different
Now he asking who the
One to blame
Check her recents
Bet
They all go to Cody James
I got her front seat
Jamming in the whip
On the freeway
Changing gears
She love to handle the stick
Writer: Ben Siroka, Cody Toon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid