Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ojiefoh Okojie
Songwriter
Brandon Dix
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dee B
Producer
Joshua Carroll
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Yea
(What are you doin' Oz?)
Wake up from the dead
Yea, we party all night
I got my feeling in this cup
I wonder how much Ima chug
I lay my head on Shaiza's lap
I hope she let me take this nap
You see I put her in a rap
Now she gonna pay me back
Look
I kick off my shoes right at home
I'll pull out a chrome for your dome
We ain't with all that fighting shit
So please don't go and start some shit
My little bad bitch not around
I jump up and down with the crowd
I'm here for all that money, give a damn 'bout no crown yea yea
Taking these shots, yea I'm wearing a vest, yea
Something like Khaled, uh, my team is the best
I'm keeping a smile but my life is a mess
Bitch you know I don't be fucking with text
Pull up on me and then say what you said
Or I'll pull up on you and we can do I said
Saying that they hating 'cause their life is boring, man I can't relate
She already knows how I get down
I be thinking about money while fucking my honey
And fucking my honey while thinking about money
Making me breakfast, like my eggs runny
'Member we started with nothing but nothing
Gonna keep sucking, 'til I start cumming
Hop on train, come where is sunny
So you better be around
We walk in a party
I told this bad bitch to keep shaking her ass
Come for my mans I'm gonna put you on blast
They be like "aren't you that nigga who raps?"
Putting this dirt on my name makes me laugh
Please do not talk to me if that shit cap
Wake up from the dead
Yea, we party all night
I got my feeling in this cup
I wonder how much Ima chug
I lay my head on Shaiza's lap
I hope she let me take this nap
You see I put her in a rap
Now she gonna pay me back
Look
I kick off my shoes right at home
I'll pull out a chrome for your dome
We ain't with all that fighting shit
So please don't go and start some shit
My little bad bitch not around
I jump up and down with the crowd
I'm here for all that money, give a damn 'bout no crown yea yea
Party 'til the sun up
Bitches twerkin' on us
Livin' life to the fullest, no I don't wanna fuck this up
I got liquor that fill up my cup
I gotta leave I ain't lookin for love
'Cause these hoes actin' so foolish, said no love I'm just lookin for lust
Pass out they tell me wake up
Stay down than you gonna go up
Not too many people that I trust
Try to run up on me get bust
She already hip she just wanna fuck
Said it before keep the pack on tuck
Stay in a trap tryna run up my bucks
Started off friends now I'm all in her guts
Designer my kicks, I'm rockin' leather
Said that you drippin' but I do it better
I still need to cop me some Margielas
She mad that I'm draggin' but Ima still get her
She gettin impaled with the dick like a splinter
I'm fuckin' her throat in a mouth no dental
Smoke in a whip ion need no rental
Scooby n Ozzus is finna go mental
Yea
Wake up from the dead
Yea, we party all night
I got my feeling in this cup
I wonder how much Ima chug
I lay my head on Shaiza's lap
I hope she let me take this nap
You see I put her in a rap
Now she gonna pay me back
Look
I kick off my shoes right at home
I'll pull out a chrome for your dome
We ain't with all that fighting shit
So please don't go and start some shit
My little bad bitch not around
I jump up and down with the crowd
I'm here for all that money, give a damn 'bout no crown yea yea
Writer(s): June Hoe Yung
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