CHORUS
You wussup girl… no point in pretense
We killed the game once… self defense
They should arrest us or whoever blessed us
To the next ones well lemme spell it out
Yeah girl we killin’ ‘em… yeah we killin’ ‘em
Yeah girl we killin’ ‘em… yeah we killin’ ‘em
Yeah girl we killin’ ‘em… yeah we killin’ ‘em
Yeah girl we killin’ ‘em… uh uh ooohhhh
VERSE 1
Got a good girl… tryin’ new thangs
2 dimes in the whip that’s loose change
3 percent window tint so it’s intimate
when you unzipping it… no suitcase
Getting into it and I don’t mean a fist fight
push the right buttons and she’s open like a swiss knife
and I want to stab her yeah I’m tryna bag her
so how could something so wrong feel this right
Clifton Jennings motherfucker that’s pronunciation
And I’m coming for your spot no punctuation
Go tell your fam, manager and the punks you hang with
You got a problem, other than enunciation
Yuh, no hablas engles
But she comprende cabeza a mi place
And she handle that baton like a relay
Killing em softly no he say she say
CHORUS
You wussup girl… no point in pretense
We killed the game once… self defense
They should arrest us or whoever blessed us
To the next ones well lemme spell it out
Yeah girl we killin’ ‘em… yeah we killin’ ‘em
Yeah girl we killin’ ‘em… yeah we killin’ ‘em
Yeah girl we killin’ ‘em… yeah we killin’ ‘em
Yeah girl we killin’ ‘em… uh uh ooohhhh
VERSE 2
If you wanna Minaj… I’ll be Drake
If you wanna just B… I’ll be Jay
But we ain’t doin this in one take
We’ll be cakin’ like the plate passed on Sundays one day
Despite what they mighta toldja
Ain’t just speakers going hammer… No Soulja
They love me for my grammar here’s a quote for ya
Get head and give ‘em hell… no closure
Franchise player
True to the blood no vampire slayer
And in the hood I’m alright
But in the woods I’m Tiger under par right
Like a bar fight but I don’t even swing clubs
But I’ll keep the club swinging no mean mugs
Baby girl you’re the world that I dream of
When I said we could kill it what I mean was
CHORUS
You wussup girl… no point in pretense
We killed the game once… self defense
They should arrest us or whoever blessed us
To the next ones well lemme spell it out
Yeah girl we killin’ ‘em… yeah we killin’ ‘em
Yeah girl we killin’ ‘em… yeah we killin’ ‘em
Yeah girl we killin’ ‘em… yeah we killin’ ‘em
Yeah girl we killin’ ‘em… uh uh ooohhhh
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024