MoSS - Oh My Gawdd lyrics

[Verse] Tunnel vision on side clocks You bozos in my blind spots Cause I can't see y'all, my level is on sky box Got the game locked, I'm on top like a shot clock I can do this sh** on one leg like hop scotch I be where them cops not I be where them Glocks pop Pain got the Glock co*ked put it to your snap box Shawty make it pop lock When I'm in that thot box My dil*o stay hard, yeah I got that rock co*k (OOOUUU) I say what I wanna say Dykes got my name in they mouth every other day Talking on the internet, f** it I'ma sip to that Cause if I really wanted to, I could put a end to that M.A. been a threat call me Misses Ghetto [?] Cold hearted, fly n***a b**hes call me winter fresh I'm back with my bullsh** Still in the hood on my hood sh** Still walk in the corner store buy a wood tip Still got the P-89 with the full clip, still Still boughta four chickens from the chinese Still run up on Mr. Softy for that ice cream Still looking at a fat a** in them tight jeans Still I'ma shine on these n***as like a high beam, still I had a great year though Thought they could get rid of me but I'm still here tho Did a lot of interviews, made a couple business moves So before you judge me, step into my tennis shoes Record label owner, no college diploma They know me on the west coast, shot out to Tecoma South by Southwest concert I sold out Webster Hall without a sponsor (cause I'm a monster) Now this year I'm about to go bonkers Got the city locked from Brooklyn to Yonkers Made a lot of thousands but still I can count it Now this checks be bigger than a p[?] Sleep Walkin' throw 'em in the coffin The feedback was crazy, real n***as support it Put it out for free and the streams was enormous Put it out on ITunes and still peeped up on it I call that love I'm what every girl want I call [?] How you hate but you listening, I call that bug Save it, you want stuff man I call that dove When I wanna hit the club I just call that plug Redlyfe, we a family I call that blood When they see who the best out I'm that stud Man, they can't f** with me are they on they d** Went from spitting bars on that Hot 9 station Now you hear that henny and some Hoes in rotation Man, this feeling is amazing And this freestyle feel like Rap City basement I remember listening to Fifty (Yo, Fifty) Now you see me on Thisis50 Out here making big moves My next plan is a house with 'bout six rooms With a big backyard I can land on Somewhere I can call home without a landlord My life 'bout to be a movie, where the camcord? Blowing through the money like the [?] Stacks, rubberbands, [?] If I was you I would hate me too And if I wasn't who I am I would play me too But now I'm here, you stuck with me crazy glue But isn't that ironic cause I'm crazy too Saw me on Fox 5 in that Yankee blue So chill, gold grill, braids two by two Competition, tell me who is that? In the bank is where I'm cooling that Never new to that, I'm true to that Got ways, where the [] Ghetto fix, where the supper at? I been Brooklyn, where the shooters at? They throwing then I'm shooting back New n***as don't got room for that [?] sh**, I would be a fool for that I got the crown, never loosing that I beat the p**y 'til it's blue and black I like a Uber [?]