Justin Bieber ‎ohsxnta

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm in that coupe all-black, phew, Rick O' on my ass
Huh, that boy talkin' smack, phew, put that boy on blast (Phew)
Yeah, G63, go fast, phew, keep that 50-mag
Hol' up, my wrist stays sad, yeah, the boy been poppin' too much tags
I'm too rich to be sad, huh, my parents think I'm bad
Hmm, I'm tryna see some blood, phew, I'm tryna see some stitches
Yuh, he don't even got no gun, he ain't doing shit

[Verse]
Yeah, Chrome Hearts on my watch, diamonds on my Jesus piece
Yeah, say it to your face, yeah, I don't got to sneak it
Yeah, blunts to the base, yeah, know I'm smokin' reef
Hol' up, Balenciaga troop boots, I ain't wearing sneakers
Yeah, shorty gon' top me off, then I go and leave her
Hol' up, I sip Adderall, I'm like Justin Bieber
Yeah, already fucked that bih', you can go and keep her
Yeah, racks stuffed in my pants, yeah, I don't need no Visa
Yeah, shorty, my name Ohsxnt', huh, better than The Beatle
Huh, know you can't trust me shorty, I'm a fuckin' cheater
Yeah, my boy countin' bodies, chyeah, that boy so mischevious
Boy, I'm off that Molly, I can't even—, huh-huh

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm in that coupe all-black, phew, Rick O' on my ass
Huh, that boy talkin' smack, phew, put that boy on blast (Phew)
Yeah, G63, go fast, phew, keep that 50-mag
Hol' up, my wrist stays sad, yeah, the boy been poppin' too much tags
I'm too rich to be sad, huh, my parents think I'm bad
Hmm, I'm tryna see some blood, phew, I'm tryna see some stitches
Yuh, he don't even got no gun, he ain't doing shit (Bee)