Young M.A - Oh My Gawdd lyrics

[Verse] Tunnel vision on cyclops, 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 it's 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 "Mrs. Get Her Wet" Cold hearted, fly n***a b**hes call me winter fresh I'm back on 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 buy the four chicken wings 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 though 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, shout out to Tacoma 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 these checks 'bout be bigger than the pockets Sleepwalkin', 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 UGGs 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 am that stud Man, they can't f** with me, are they on that drug? 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 fan on Stacks, rubberband on 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, and 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 waste, where the sewage at? Ghetto fix, where the super at? I be in Brooklyn where the shooters at They throwing shots then I'm shooting back New n***as, don't got room for that To ya level, never stoop to that sh**, I would be a fool for that I got the crown, never losing that I beat the p**y 'til it's blue and black I like 'em older, where the cougars at?