O's In The Air (ft. Wes Sharp)
• Written by Ame
Recording:View Fullscreen
Lyrics:
[Hook: 2x]
We hot (we hot), we SYC (we SYC)
Step to the left cuz we run this
O's in the air, throw ya O's in the air
O's in the air, throw ya O's in the air
[Verse: Ame]
Put ya O's in air, rock em side to side
Let them muhfuckas know that we gon ride
Get up in his face, tell em, I run this
You don't want no problems, better hide dumb bitch
No flaws in my game, you won't find one bitch
I'm like diarrhea cuz, I run shit!
Don't get it twisted tho, had my downs and up
Tried to drown the pain and down some cups
But I'm back now so it's time to pound these punks
I'll stop at the top, yeh the crowns enough
Just the sound of us, we gotta get our cake on
Doing my thing and I'm not one to hate on
A beast on the mic, I'm not one to take on
Slow ya roll passin like a cop with the brakes on
Ya dead wrong cuz I'm doin it right son
Damn, I'm hot, better get me some ice cuz..
[Hook: 2x]
We hot (we hot), we SYC (we SYC)
Step to the left cuz we run this
O's in the air, throw ya O's in the air
O's in the air, throw ya O's in the air
[Verse: Wes Sharp]
I live my life like Cheech, everyday we blunted
Lookin at some folks like "they don't really want it"
Just come to the Cap and you'll get hunted
From a pack wolves who love to use they tools
One minute lookin, you got some jewels
Next minute lookin, yall lookin like some fools
And we walkin around like our shit don't stink
Never gave 2 shits what another nigga think
Leanin to the side, people everywhere
(Yeah) I shine so they stare (Damn)
I ain't movin, I ain't going nowhere
You can try to move me or budge me (nah, nah ,nah, yeah)
I eat em all for breakfast
Then pull out my pad and check em off my checklist
(Damn) It's like a nigga so restless
Life is a bitch but ya gotta respect her
[Hook: 2x]
We hot (we hot), we SYC (we SYC)
Step to the left cuz we run this
O's in the air, throw ya O's in the air
O's in the air, throw ya O's in the air
[Verse: Ame]
Its the 7-4-0, ya know I'm reppin my code
Always on the grind, never question my mode
Or questions my motives, I answer to no bitch
I'm focused and the money, I'll go get
Ask if I'll back down, my answer is "no, bitch"
(Oh shit) Yeh this whiteboy flows sick
So light the blunt and put some dro in the air
Raise both hands up and put ya O's in the air (Yeh)
(Throw ya O's in the air, throw ya O's in the air)
(Put ya O's in the air, throw ya O's in the air)
