Hodgy Beats - Oooh lyrics

[Verse One- Hodgy Beats] Prometh flow for the slow sippers And if you on your paper chasing, I'ma roll with ya About an onion, it odors a bag of Funyuns b**hes packaging dozens, f** ‘em until they malfunction I laugh my a** off, taking shots like a gunman I don't hunt game, motherf**er, I hunt men Take ‘em to the back of my pick-up truck to rot them k** a f**in' superhero, I watch the Watchmen I'm a super-negro, my watch the rocks in My Glock that's co*ked, loaded, and ready to lock in Who's sending n***as to the dirt? Ostriches Captain holding them captive f**ing hostages Create carnage from cartridges, eating the heart of pigs To murder, homicide's a part to live with that Grab your Teflon, ammunition, and your gat Unless you wanna get sh**ted on like p**n scat [Hook- Pusha T] Oooh, you ain't sayin' nada Guns drawn, n***as scream opera 38 snub or the chopper Middle finger goes to the coppers You better hope the Lord is your doctor Like, oooh, you ain't sayin' nada Guns drawn, n***as scream, opera 38 snub or the chopper Middle finger goes to the coppers You better hope the Lord is your doctor Like, oooh [Verse 2 – Pusha T and (Liva Don)] Hey Hodgy, hey Tyler, don't mind us (We k** ‘em all, 50 shots, f** kindness In all black Versace dressed in the finest) We sell it all, even the d** are designers Gangsta b**hes, Red Monkeys for the ecstasy (f** it, take ‘em all, overdose the recipe Let them hoes show they true colors-) crew lovers Pa**ed around like a cold (It's a zoo of us) Two brothers, add two others just the news of it Make the net crash, the ultimate “Who done it?” (And who knew Sarah Palin with the sniff type daughter knocked up But she was knocking down Glen Rice) Been nice since the Wolf Gang was baby pups (Golf Wang full grown, now they crazy f**s) Add two dope boys known for taping up (Kick in the door, now the world ain't safe enough) [Hook] [Verse 3 – Tyler the Creator] Spit bars, this hard, teen sixteen bars I'm f**ing the game when its vagina got my dick scarred Um, sure it's ‘Preme bu*ton up floral Stack of money, dark shades, looking like a f**ing tourist Or it's the Tourettes that my f**ing neck have I'm like a average n***a in the 20's of the 18's And I'm not even 20, dropped a cla**ic at my 18 A crazy motherf**er, maybe I should be my stepdad (Come here son) The wolves finally reconcile At Interscope office with a bunch of f**ing pedophiles While mouth watering, this sh** is sick and f**ing vile Trying to f** my destiny, they couldn't find another child