Sherman Oaks Testo

Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your bitch geeked to meet me, she like, "Oh my God"
I got tattoos on my face and on my arm
Yeah, woah, damn, Buddah mixed the Tris' with the Wockhardt
I gotta get right, almost killed my bitch twice
My niggas strapped up, we ain't havin' no fist fight
Yeah, love to ride up on this dick, now she can't sit right

Put it in my hand, put it in my hand Like I'm Buddah Bands, we like fucking twins
We got hoes, we got hoes, tryna' come on in
On the road, flipping bows like I'm in the gym
Glock, check, racks, stack
Opps, outs, double, back
Even when I nod off, I don't ever lack
Pull up with that sawed off, Ricky in his back

Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your bitch geeked to meet me she like, "Oh my God"
I got tattoos on my face and on my arm
Yeah, woah, damn, Buddah mixed the Tris with the Wockhardt
I gotta get right, almost killed my bitch twice
My niggas strapped up, we ain't havin' no fist fight
Yeah, love to ride up on this dick, now she can't sit right

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She like, "Fuck me off them percs, boy you going hard" I just nodded off a rocky, ended up on Mars
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She say she love Roxi', she don't touch no bars
All this ice on me, I look like I'm a star
Playing ball with the opps, tryna' score

Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your bitch geeked to meet me she like, "Oh my God"
I got tattoos on my face and on my arm
Yeah, woah, damn, Buddah mixed the Tris with the Wockhardt
I gotta get right, almost killed my bitch twice
My niggas strapped up, we ain't havin' no fist fight
Yeah, love to ride up on this dick, now she can't sit right