Young Thug — OMG

[Intro] Ayy, C4, ayy, ayy, bro (Ayy, C4) You caught ride there, brodie (Ayy, C4 caught ride there, brodie) Who that? C4 Caught ride there [Chorus] I don't mean to bother But can you please call my lawyer? I'm like oh my God, yeah I'm like oh my God, yeah And I seen her from afar She ain't never got to wor' I'm like oh my God, yeah I'm like oh my God, yeah [Verse 1] Oh my God, you got me hard, I'ma listen to you, iPod Be with me, turn you to God, STD, I run my ward It smell good, I'ma put it on my lip Treat me like your baby, let me put it on your hip I won't tell nobody, had to tell you off the rip Cut my mouth off, put it in a Ziploc bag and zip I wanna see your face, baby plеase take your shades off I don't wanna go back and forth likе a seesaw I just wanna fuck and make your bell ring, ding dong Foreign, foreign, foreign, Japanese, French, Hong Kong [Chorus] I don't mean to bother But can you please call my lawyer? I'm like oh my God, yeah I'm like oh my God, yeah And I seen her from afar She ain't never got to wor' I'm like oh my God, yeah I'm like oh my God, yeah [Verse 2] Collect phone call, all these bitches wanna fuck Baby, I'll buy you a whole lot of fish like Truck Got a whole lot of foreign bitches, they look just like ducks I'm a real old school nigga, I just wanna roll Presidential bitches, knock 'em down like I'm bowling My lil' woadie got the best out, he deserve a trophy I'ma show her, ain't no concert, you know I'ma show up Check the pulse, check the motion, Rolie-polie, 'olie, 'olie C4 on the beat, C4 got a freak Thugger got a Jeep, no doors on that bitch Stuff those hoes inside of it, put them hoes on me You ain't got a beat, MTV jam of the week [Chorus] I don't mean to bother But can you please call my lawyer? I'm like oh my God, yeah I'm like oh my God, yeah And I seen her from afar She ain't never got to wor' I'm like oh my God, yeah I'm like oh my God, yeah