Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chill Bump
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miscellaneous
Lyrics
Bankal
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Romain Pasquier
Mixing Engineer
Mike Marsh
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
You think you verified cause you bought a new blue tick
I was too too sick before my pews grew thick
A little you for spit, a dude's new it
I'd battle at the lunch break, I'd take your fruit juice bricks
We had a sick crew, we would shoot hoops with, we'd sip brews
Puffs, bliss, bumping new woo shit
Before smartphones, I only saved a few group pics
We done came a long way since that FUBU trip
We kept rhyming, scratching, the usual shit
I made a living off of this, fucked it through too quick
We got fans who crave for new music, screaming (Oh my God)
Like that white bitch in every YouTube clip
We in a different country every week
We got work to do, Tom Hanks we practically sleep at the terminal
You're just a bitter rapper
People never heard of you, insecure dude taking pics at the urinal
It's cocky, it's ballsy, it's gritty
An anglerfish mugshot, it ain't nothing pretty
This shit goes hard like that viagra stiffy
They like OMG when we come to the city
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Rap led me to Caribbean waters
I'm chilling somewhere sunny but I'm really in orbit
Life used to be a bitch, now she pretty and gorgeous
That pussy got tighter, those titties enormous
I'm sipping something sassy in Parisian quarters
Enjoying the karma, the empty city in August
We gon' make a billion off this
Then retire to the mountains like Sicilian bosses (Let's go)
We tour the globe and we know it's a good look
We get the impact, all the shows that we should book
These frauds leave their comfort zones and they look shook
I wrote these bars on a Cambodian tuk-tuk
With a driver beeping (beep), speeding through a crammed alley
Today alone, I was in London and Paris (oh)
We live in a dream, you don't understand
Happy at me, shows, hoes off the door
They dump their pants at me
It's cocky, it's ballsy, it's gritty
Jada Pinkett's soul, it ain't nothing pretty
This shit goes hard like that viagra stiffy
They like OMG when we come to the city
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh my God)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God, (Oh no)
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
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Writer(s): Bankal
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