Oh Wow Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

I'm still high as I ride in my 7 Duetche Coupe Deville 

Y'all soldiers know my truth be ill 

Now with these visions and these bad thoughts 

Runnin' through my mind 

Stop the clock, see I'm runnin' out of time 

And as I, tell myself, I'm a changed man 

Dressed in black out to jack me a game plan 

Situation critical, it's called creepy physical 

Hella cold, I'm a gonna be off in hell old 

Plus it's hard to focus, when you crooked and hopeless 

I ain't home, but my mama don't notice 

Nationwide with thugs, locked out it's just us 

With the Feds and the police out to bust us 

The most prominent, see we stay dominate 

And stay wicked, and plus we keep it explicit 

Abducted by the streets see it's hard to manage 

End up on my block saying we the savage 

So you made a little money, oh wow 

What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? 

So you roll on 24's, oh wow 

What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? 

So you pimped a few hoes, oh wow 

What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? 

So you earned a few stripes, oh wow 

What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? 

I hear you rappin' 'bout the streets, talkin' bout pushin' deal 

When most of y'all never seen a triple beam scale 

Runnin' from weed smell, runnin' from dank smoke 

Then you get on the mic, talkin' bout you been chokin' 

Ya lame as mark, buy some heart with your chump change 

Don't make me start, cold hearted droppin' punk names 

You run thangs? Maybe, in your back yard 

You act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard 

Baby bash cross game, that's a negative 

With savage dreams on my mind so repetative 

Let it live, let it go, player do or die 

'Cause fools on my side will tell the other fool to ride 

Down to do what I gotta do, to satisfy the man in me 

I pull illicit things, my family ain't understandin' me 

So while I have kids beatin' up on the door 

I'm gonna crack up and smoke with a corona 

So you got a platinum grill, oh wow 

What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? 

So you got a record deal, oh wow 

What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? 

So you pack a few gats, oh wow 

What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? 

You fell in love with your bitch, oh wow 

What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? 

The day I wake up, blaze up, lace my J's up 

Try to make a couple stacks for' the days up 

Hustle hard nigga, that's how I live 

Only fuckin' with fans, my niggas and relatives 

And I dress fly, all clean and keep a fat knot 

For supplying all the beats to the have nots 

HP you ain't knowin' I run this, so stop braggin' 

Won't kill what you don't bitch or watch your grill hoe 

I'll have you iced out, you beat grills 

With your motherfuckin' lights out 

Lame nigga, we ain't worried about your salary 

Get off them pills and come back to reality 

So you made a little money, oh wow 

What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? 

So you roll on 24's, oh wow 

What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? 

So you pimped a few hoes, oh wow 

What the fuck your punk ass finna do now? 

So you earned a few stripes, oh wow 

What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?