OhSh Jean Grae & Quelle Chris (Ft. Hannibal Buress)

[Intro: Hannibal Buress]
Ooh shit

[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
Ooh, yeah
All-star big boy with the butter Doug Prishpeed
Tryna snag a bag the size of Chris Christie
We come through snappin' ya city's a wrap big Leslie
We show up and show out like Eddie snappin' on Reggie
Chill, but chill don't make me bust off your headpiece
Strange, style is ass, ya fans is G-string
Can't beat 'em then join 'em, your stance is weakling
The bass fuck up your face and it ain't The Weeknd
Fans beg him to leak the new heat like Trump staff, daft
Deep in the bloodline like Bubba with shrimp
Travelin' man that plans to go out with a Gump past
Make your radio sign up for Tinder and swipe right
'Cause I'm the stereotype of niggas who run fast
Got hate on your plate and loss in your lunchbag
Your whole album need savin', my feature's a must-have
Ya engineer be like Roc on the clock 'cause he dumps trash
Whoever said that it ain't been done don't know I did it
Been doin' it since nigga's fitted caps wasn't fitted
All that and a sack of snacks with the sammiches
Smoke it out like Tatsu with the Foot, ninja vanish
Big noggin, colorful paper my peoples is handlin'
King of the rings, Sting with aluminum bats shit
And if they claim they do what I'm doin', they batshit
Like fuck you and every nigga you ever rapped with
I got money on me, gettin' money somethin' reckless
That's an investment
Them vibe niggas no jive, now that's a collective
All in all, even my flaws is impressive
They call it complex, I call 'em ol' common bitches
With collars on necks
It's calling vs. text, you heard the inflection
Bredren, the message ain't mixed
You know what I meant, I said what I meant, I meant it