oHio (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

ScHoolboy Q

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    [Part I]

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Shady)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Shady)
    Su-su-su
    I'ma stack my O's like Ohio
    Lookin' at your life, that's a long, no
    Lookin' at my life, think he Pablo
    Y'all poor
    Ya (Shady)
    Shady (Shady)
    Yeah, bitch, come on
    I been workin' hard all night
    Put that one thing on, throw that one dress on, for me
    All these fuckin' ideas, dreams

    Gotta catch up to my levels
    Try to stay black, young felllow
    Almost died twice, but let's get it
    Got a AmEx with no limits
    Gettin' head in Paris, that's different
    I done hit the world with my Crippin' (Ayy)
    I done leveled up my livin' (Yeah)
    I ain't dancin' 'round in no skillet
    Are you prostitutin', need pimpin'? (Uh)
    We can find the truth through your children

    Suu (Ooh)
    Ah, suu
    Bang, chalkin'
    Chalk it up, chalkin' (Yeah)
    Su

    [Part II]

    Yeah, yeah (Su), yeah, yeah (Su, su)
    Yeah (Su, su), yeah, yeah

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    Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go
    Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go (Go, hey)
    Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go (Suu)

    Got me a Rollie, my roots in the soil
    Downin' a bottle, my President gold
    Dance in the pussy and cum in her throat
    Sippin' the clear when I open the door
    Come get a halo or get on the floor (Bang)
    Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go
    Been through your hood, I done seen it before
    'Member me? I done came through in a Ghost (Sheesh)
    Married the thing I considered a, no
    Nosy as hell, she irritable
    Throw ten on that thing, I be doin' the most
    Ski in the desert or ski in the snow
    Ski in the desert or ski in the score
    Fuck do you mean? It's a hook right here
    Fuck do you mean? I could skate right here
    Fuck do you mean? I could play right here
    Be with the brothers or be with the Locs
    Somethin' is funny, you must be the joke
    Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go
    Time to get money, let's get it and go
    Nigga, your bitch got a negative ass
    Nigga, you lame, better stay in the past
    Tried them before I'ma do it again
    You rap niggas be kickin' at shins
    You holler at the Moon while watchin' it bloom
    Bitch-ass nigga, done spark the fuse (Boy)
    Bitch-ass nigga done payin' to lose (Boy)
    Rich-ass nigga, might change the move (Boy)
    Found out, nigga, you breakin' news (Boy)
    Damn near fifty, got shit to prove (Boy)
    Old-ass nigga done turned a fool (Boy)
    Hell, nah, boy, don't fuck with you (Boy)
    How you gangsta and gullible? (Boy)
    Bitch, you a ho, you eligible
    Ahahahaha

    Yeah, nigga, you pussy, you know where to go
    Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go
    Nigga, you pussy, you know where to go

    [Part III]

    Look
    That's fire, that's gas, man
    Hahahahahah
    Ayy, that's game, that's game
    That's game
    That's game, that's game
    That's game, that's game, cuz

    Uh, how much more I gotta prove? How much more I gotta lose?
    I was just a kid starin' at the ceilin', now stars on the roof
    Now, saltwater slide pools, DRC's not booze
    Since a kid, made moves, who the big homie now? Wow (Style)
    Trew the nose on the clown, ain't no hoes in the crowd
    Not a real one around, who gon' help when you drown?
    Know he lost, but he brave, but a loss what he gave
    Kinda off and it's strange, how you deal with the fame?
    Stayed away from the lames, thank God for today
    I'm back in love and it's great, still a whole lot of s—
    Time to turn shit down, turn me up then, bitch
    Run it up then, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
    Hella hoes like Prince (Yeah, yeah)
    Now, the gang got rich (Yeah, yeah)
    Time to shut shit down (Down, down, ooh, ow, wow)

    Yeah, turn me up then, bitch, run it up then, bitch
    Hella hoes like Rick, James
    Niggas comin' for the crown (Crown, crown)
    Time to shut shit down
    Time to shut shit down, Chevy pedal to the ground
    Everybody wanna try to kill the Rabbit, now, you lackin', nigga, now
    Dustball niggas bittin' nigga's style (Style)
    So, I gotta keep switchin' up, ten plus, runnin' millions up
    I done locked like fifty-seven bitches up
    Figure fuck it, fuck it
    A hundred million tears in the bucket
    Set of sisters, got 'em suckin', fuckin'
    Minnesota twins, nigga, Kirby Puckett
    Bumpin' H-Town, part time lover or knockin' the boots in a droptop coupe
    Hoes fuckin' for the clout, not the loot (Yeah)
    Smack a nigga in his mouth for the loot
    If I ever catch see that pussy nigga Akademiks, I'ma catch another lawsuit (Hahaha), huh

    A hundred million tears in a bucket (Yeah)
    Send a hitter take it out the budget
    You the most hated and they gotta love it, like, fuck it (Fuck it)
    A hundred million tears in a bucket
    Send a hitter take it out the budget
    You the most hated and they gotta love it, like, fuck it

    Yeah, Big Rabbit
    Kane

    Song details

    Composition: Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Hanely Quincey, J. Lbs, Cardo, Ramses Molina, and Devin Malik Williams

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