Shoota - Oprah Money

〈Intro〉
(Kick up on that beat, Moh!)
We go up down, up down
(Moh murdered the beat!)
Uhh

〈Hook〉
We go up down, plotting on his block, my niggas spin around
Fuck round, I might call my goons to lay a nigga down
Come round, when that shit get messy, we gone lay him down
Up now, that's what all them pussy niggas pissed about
I'm fighting all these demons cause the Lord above me
Won't ever sell my soul just so these hoes could love me
Them boys gone learn about us just like social studies
Won't ever sell my soul for no Oprah money

〈Verse 1〉
Surrounded by them monsters likе I'm Percy Jackson
Made him a ghost like Patrick Swayzе, got him dirty dancing
Bitch ima die bout my respect, I had to turn to rapping (for real)
Feel like Criss Angel in the booth, now watch me work my magic
And I be riding with them badmons, we ain't never did no good deeds
Spliffy gone snatch the chain up off your neck because it look free
Know niggas acting friendly but they still end up on Dateline
My plug just switched to Android cause he wasn't tryna face time
That pussy steady banging on the net but that's some fan behavior
Bitch we go to war about respect like we some gladiators
Nigga wish he never had to see me, we gone answer prayers
Fuck with my niggas, that's suicide, we call you Hannah Baker
Uh, many men, wishing death on the gang
We hit that boy like Terry Fox, he wasn't stepping the same
I'm getting Cash Money like Baby, put respeck on my name
You tryna tempt me like a barber then you catching a fade, my nigga

〈Hook〉
We go up down, plotting on his block, my niggas spin around
Fuck round, I might call my goons to lay a nigga down
Come round, when that shit get messy, we gone lay him down
Up now, that's what all them pussy niggas pissed about (yeah, yeah)
I'm fighting all these demons cause the Lord above me
Won't ever sell my soul just so these hoes could love me
Them boys gone learn about us just like social studies
Won't ever sell my soul for no Oprah money

〈Verse 2〉
Won't sell my soul to get that dough high as Elon Musk
Can't tame my bro, he tryna blow just like some sawdust
I feel like Kobe with the fro, bitch all my shots clutch
Can't show a thot love, these bitches starstruck
Uh, bitch, no talking, we get rid of the threats
Pull up masked up like Corona, the rap my stimulus check
I sent a net banger the addy, he ain't hitting my ends
That ransom on him, Lil Tecca shit, we did it again
We from the boulevard of broken dreams
No hesitation, we be striking like a bowling team
We getting checks and spread that shit like we need quarantine
Ain't never snake my dog, it's death before disloyalty (DBD!)
We don't call no police

〈Hook〉
We go up down, plotting on his block, my niggas spin around
Fuck round, I might call my goons to lay a nigga down
Come round, when that shit get messy, we gone lay him down
Up now, that's what all them pussy niggas pissed about (yeah, yeah)
I'm fighting all these demons cause the Lord above me
Won't ever sell my soul just so these hoes could love me
Them boys gone learn about us just like social studies
Won't ever sell my soul for no Oprah money