Oh Shit!!! Injury Reserve
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[Hook: Ritchie with a T]
"Oh, shit!" (Oh, shit!)
They said, "Man, we want some more hits" (S'more hits!)
"Man, this sound like some shit from '06" ('06!)
"What that sound like, man—that's some cold shit" (Cold shit!)
I said—"Oh, shit!" (Oh, shit!)
"Awww, so you want some more hits?" (S'more hits!)
"This ain't sound like some shit from '06" (From '06!)
"Fuck what it sound like, man—that some cold shit" (Cold shit!)
[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
I say this ain't jazz-rap, this that, this that spazz-rap
This that raised-by-the-internet, ain't-had-no-dad rap
Yo, I'm good—don't pass that, hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back-back, 'cause your shit is mad-wack
This that eeny-meeny-miney-moe, might need some Snapcash
Matter fact, hit the liquor store, might need some cash back
Grab some gum and some water, yeah, them chips, yeah, grab that
Watch your son and your daughter 'cause them pigs'll snatch that
'Cause they always try to box us in, but we won't have that
I'm a sleeper, Dennis Rodman, so watch the glass jack
Remember when I had a composition in the backpack
Now we killin' with the composition like the Rat Pack
I say this ain't jazz-rap, this that, this that spazz-rap
This that raised-by-the-internet, ain't-had-no-dad rap
Yo, I'm good—don't pass that, hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back-back 'cause your shit is mad-wack
"Oh, shit!" (Oh, shit!)
They said, "Man, we want some more hits" (S'more hits!)
"Man, this sound like some shit from '06" ('06!)
"What that sound like, man—that's some cold shit" (Cold shit!)
I said—"Oh, shit!" (Oh, shit!)
"Awww, so you want some more hits?" (S'more hits!)
"This ain't sound like some shit from '06" (From '06!)
"Fuck what it sound like, man—that some cold shit" (Cold shit!)
[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
I say this ain't jazz-rap, this that, this that spazz-rap
This that raised-by-the-internet, ain't-had-no-dad rap
Yo, I'm good—don't pass that, hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back-back, 'cause your shit is mad-wack
This that eeny-meeny-miney-moe, might need some Snapcash
Matter fact, hit the liquor store, might need some cash back
Grab some gum and some water, yeah, them chips, yeah, grab that
Watch your son and your daughter 'cause them pigs'll snatch that
'Cause they always try to box us in, but we won't have that
I'm a sleeper, Dennis Rodman, so watch the glass jack
Remember when I had a composition in the backpack
Now we killin' with the composition like the Rat Pack
I say this ain't jazz-rap, this that, this that spazz-rap
This that raised-by-the-internet, ain't-had-no-dad rap
Yo, I'm good—don't pass that, hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back-back 'cause your shit is mad-wack
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