Mo3 Oh Yeah (feat. Tre Dae)
[Intro: MO3 & Tre Dae]
What you say Tre Dae? Huh? Huh?
What you doin'? (Oh yeah) Hahaha, sleeping
You finna go to sleep? (Oh yeah)
No, not now
Why you up then?
Okay Tre, goodnight (Oh yeah)
Goodnight
I love you (Goodnight, oh yeah)
Say, "I love you"
I love you
[Verse 1: MO3]
I ain't write this shit, you gon' like this shit
Niggas hatin', wanna bite my shit
Fuck on they ho, I make her bite my dick (BNYX)
Niggas plottin', they gon' bite this stick
We went from strugglin', now in paradise (Paradise, oh yeah)
We went from sleepin' on the floor (Yeah), to Fettucine, shrimp and rice (Oh yeah)
I'm on the block (Yeah), I'm shootin' dice (Shootin' dice, oh yeah)
It's ten a pop, my young niggas sellin' green (Yeah), but other niggas movin' whitе (Oh yeah)
And I ain't never lеt a f..ck nigga play me, so try and take some (Yeah)
Brenda havin' baby, my babies gon' make a way for 'em (Yeah)
They know daddy gettin' cake, get the play, ain't wait for it (They know)
And I just pray my baby mamas don't hate and keep 'em away from me
'Cause all my life I'ma feed all of mine, by any means be (Yeah)
I got partners doin' life for a crime, I still ain't seen (Yeah)
I swear to God this ain't the life that I wanted, but bitch, I need it
And f..ck a job, bitch, all my kids gettin' bigger, so look, I'm skinny
[Chorus: MO3]
All my life I seen nothin' but death (Haha, yeah), but death (Yeah)
I just wanna put a Grammy on the shelf, oh yeah (Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah), yeah, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma scrape the plate 'til it's nothin' left ('Til there's nothin' left)
Did it on my own, nobody helped (Nobody)
So I feel like, "Oh yeah" (Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah), yeah
Oh yeah (Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah), yeah
[Verse 2: MO3]
My pockets fat, used to be thin (Used to be thin)
That ain't my nigga, but we used to be friends (Used to be friends)
I used to ride a bus, now I'm in that Benz (I'm in that Benz)
And we ain't have much, just a little bit (Little bit)
But that little bit that I had, I went and turned it to a lot
And then the hunnid dollar bill I had, I turned it to a knot (Yeah)
Fuck all them niggas that had switched up, they turned into some opps
My partner got locked, it hurt my soul because he turned into a cop
And nowadays these hoes ain't no morals, they just postin' and shit (Yeah)
Post after post, like who they f..ckin', who they suckin' and hittin'
And she say she don't want that nigga if he don't drive a Bentley (What?)
And that same ho stay with her mama, she stay boostin' and stealin' (Ha)
Lil' bitch, you silly if you thinkin' he gon' make you a missus
And all these hoes want a ring but can't do shit in the kitchen (No)
And all that ass you post on IG, he just waitin' to hit it (Yeah)
Soon as he quit it, you get mad, bitch, we know how you livin' (Yeah)
[Chorus: MO3]
All my life I seen nothin' but death (Haha, yeah), but death (Yeah)
I just wanna put a Grammy on the shelf, oh yeah (Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah), yeah, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma scrape the plate 'til it's nothin' left ('Til there's nothin' left)
Did it on my own, nobody helped (Nobody)
So I feel like, "Oh yeah" (Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah), yeah
Oh yeah (Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah), yeah
