Uh, uh

What (mothafucker)

The fuck y'll want

D.I.T.C

Nigga what

Shh

Y'll niggas is creeps

Straight up

Yo'll, laying in the cut type nigga

What!

[O.C.]

Strangers I don't trust

Peep out the scenery so I can adjust (coo)

Once was a foo

'Til I learned the rules, the hard way

Peace by jukes, I was shook

Got slept, nowadays I'm keeping it stepped

But it ain't to the point that I'm rocking a vest

I'm in as well, shit, 'til I die

Till then I'm staying fly

On the reg staying out of the red

Blood, sweat with no tears

Fuck having fears

Two thou's dead on, i'm meeting it dead on

Millennium, many dumb to the fact

You clap that Mush shit I'm a bust right back

For realer, live nigga, see it in my eyes

If ya, test my strength I'm a give you a surprise nigga

Some what the quiet type

I'm not the cat in the party that will start the fight

Chorus: repeat 2X

It's just champagne thoughts (thoughts)

Man made to floss (word)

Vanity or lust (lust)

Greed makes more

Lets stick up the bank and make off with it all (all)

Pick up and start where the others left off

[O.C.]

Doing what I gotta do at any cause

Knowing life is short

Give or take a few blows with knots to show

Sometimes you make friends especially when

The ends play a part out of nowhere

Skins at the bar

Sucking up

Champagne is just like shit

Attract wanna be wives, nothing but flies

Anybody applies when you stink like dough

Many take a sniff when they walk past O

Or walk past 'Ness to L, Diamond or Buck

A.G and Show, that nigga Fat Joe

The ones giving head figure it count for dead

Prez pays offs, deep throat my crew you gon' stay whores

Goin' in spots like swat, my entourage stepping through free of charge

Everybody watch bouncers clout the VIP

A space reserved for the whole D.I.T.C

Chorus 2X

Yo'll Yo'll (over last 2 lines of chorus)

[O.C.]

I got G's on mind Cream to blow at times

Weed smoke once in a blue, it's something to do

Whip around one deep in my LS4

Shorty nose open wide like she sniffin' it raw

Got a low crossed out, buckwilin' is a no, no

Rap name O.C, Mush Shine be my M.O

Just to find the means in the end

When it's all set it s done, with a crib and keys to a Benz

Twin 9 Berettas serial scrape the letters

Wherea keep 'em tucked inside the wine leather

Cyanide thoughts make shots ring off

Sabotage with a snitch who decided to talk

Greedy niggas get snatched by the Rico laws

Then the murder one stuck, when it rain it pours

Young cats with cigars inside our jaws

Young black entrepreneurs read about us in Forbes

Chorus 3X (with ad-libs)

D.I.T.C, nigga