Текст песни O.M.G. - Andy Kapps

Don't try to knock what I'm doin'
You know I'm a pro
I'mma give it all I got
You better keep it on the low
If they say they comin'
And you roll wit' them
It's over bro
I'mma take you all out
This what I'm about
Best believe
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' my team
And that's forever
If I see somethin' about to go down
Then I'mma pull the lever
No hesitation from me
But you gon' be the reason
Why your family grieve
I succeed
Yes I'm clever
I achieve
At the party light a blunt
Wit' the flame thrower
Got these mother fuckers like
(Ahhh, yea I got em' like)

Oh my God
These boy's are too raw
(What, what, what, what)
They just talkin' wit' they jaw
And made us back up against the wall
Then our pussy's fall
To the ground, we didn't make a sound
Yeah, our clock always tickin'
(uh-huh)
Noones tell us that we outta bounds

Yeah, so keep them death threats
If you wanna bring it to us
Just show up to our door steps
We so ready for ya
Yeah, they ain't sayin' nothin'
They ain't doin' nothin'
Know they frontin', see em' bluffin'
Catch me stuntin', isn't that somethin'
And I told ya that ya would
Knew that I could
Fulfill this dream I got
Now you on my wood
Shoulda, coulda, woulda
But you ain't here right now
And wasn't in the past
So now you can kiss my fuckin' ass
(Bye)
Andy Kapps bitch, now I get a buncha cash
If you see me steppin' out the whip
Then you gon' see them camera's flash
Rock a chain that you know be the heaviest'
Rollin' wit' my dogs
These mother fuckers be the deadliest
(Yeah, and we got em like)

Oh my God
These boy's are too raw
They just talkin' wit' they jaw
And made us back up against the wall
Then our pussy's fall
To the ground, we didn't make a sound
Yeah, our clock always tickin'
Noones tell us that we outta bounds
(And they like)

Oh my God
These boy's are too raw
They just talkin' wit' they jaw
And made us back up against the wall
Then our pussy's fall
To the ground, we didn't make a sound
Yeah, our clock always tickin'
Noones tell us that we outta bounds

O.M.G. you know me, ha
3-R-D
Space Candy
E-N-T
A.K.
Wooo
Yeah, yeah
Ugh, whatcha want, whatcha want
Ugh, whatcha want, yeah yeah
Yeah, smoke a blunt
Yeah, just smoke a blunt
And shut the fuck up