Ca**idy - 'OOOUUU' Freestyle lyrics

"Ooouuu" Yeah... Turn me up a little bit bish Alot of n***as jumped on this Young M.A joint and used tough flow... I got little something a little different I'm gonna do to this joint, I ain't want to but they made me About to get ugly, the bar barbarian! [Verse 1: Ca**idy] Check it man, I ball out like a naked man Yes your man is wild high (how high?) I'm looking down on Method Man When I catch a man, it's going down like nine eleven I'm not going to dial nine eleven like "COME ARREST A MAN!" I'm pulling bullets the size of a pepsi can I'll let the can shake so the spray can wet your man My new heater's bullets as big as a two litre I spray rounds and turn the greyhound into a two seater I'll let you neither, put a hole in you? I should've put you in a hole that's a few metres I don't like you neither, pop sh** get your mommy shot You a son of a b**h I blame your mom and pop Run in your mommy's spot, choke the b**h out like Tommy dot Your mom will drop, hit your pop with the tommy, then let the tommy pop I know there's some slimy cops but they work for me I'd rather pay what they charge then get charged with first degree They searching me but he fly with both of his gats Soon as we landing he ain't need one, now both of us strapped If you don't close or open the trap, don't open your trap I'm turning weed into oil, turning coke into crack I'm in the Ghost with the toast in my lap Watching Power, rooting for 50 because that n***a Ghost is a wrap, facts Scope on the gat, I can't see far, woah Everyday a black rapper get robbed, ask BR Chicks go to DR, get alot of a** shots Then all they going to post on the Gram is alot of a** shots I can tell it ain't real girl, but with all these shemales it's hard For me to tell if you a real girl We living in a real world, where some men steal girls panties The trannies more feminine than real girls I did alot of dirt, and it's hard to get past that Sometimes I just have flashbacks and still hurl I'm real thorough, known to break a b**hes heart If she tries to get too close I gotta break this sh** apart Because the key to getting smart, is learning how to play dumb And the key to getting old, is learning how to stay young The key is to get A gun, you might not need to spray one But at least you got it to grab in case a bad day come I'm A One, your life is at stake because my youngin's wild Snatch your son, make his ransom a couple hundred thou' Don't get him rocked, playing around with them Benz Because my hands make the stick go (BRAP!) drummer style Whole case, closed case, I ain't gotta come to trial Shed so much blood it'd make a vampire stomach growl Wow, get your son's neck wrung Hold him by his ears, throw him down the stairs Now you gotta step-son Imma' make a suggestion, come up with the f**ing cash And run that Before you get your son back, cut in half I'm busting gats, I'm with this sh**, bubble guts I'm about to get a jump and it's my turn, double dutch Yo I'm about to switch the hustle up Because these rats f** with these undercovers like they're trying to snuggle up My ratchet, ratchet, we don't ever cuddle up All I do is feed her, co*k her then finger pop her It's me and my girlfriend so I bring the choppa Everywhere I go at, but you already know that Scar shot, bald spot, your hair will never grow back People jaw drop if you ain't wearing no hat I moved out of Philly, but every time I go back I thank God because I done been all over the whole map I chose rap, so that, my kids Could live way better than I did before rap I'm pro-black I know our lives matter But if a black man try me he probably gonna die after Don't f** with me, I'm co*ky because I get it popping And I go so hard, no Viagra I got a Thai platter, Bangkok beef steak Wait, my bars so hard if you bite them your teeth hurt I'm coming out the trap, cuffed to a brief case If you don't think I'm dope then you must be smoking that free base I gotta lot of homies and alot of them is hungry So I could get you k**ed for some french fries and a cheese steak From my first single release date, I was making up bands And they ain't walk to Brooklyn for no cheese cake People say they need cake to buy hats and sneakers I need cake to buy gats, I'm an action seeker I used to go to school with folders and trapper keepers Until I got older, started trapping and selling crack to teachers Talking back to teachers Then go bust out the car window of all my wackest teachers I dropped out and got it popping in the game, grinding Now the diamonds milli rocking in the chain, shining I'm arguably on some nicer than Eminem sh** But you ain't in bottom five dead or alive, you should've been quit 'Ew', when I'm writing I make the pen sick It vomit ink all on the paper My penmanship been sick When I come to your hospital and poison your ivy It's going to do more than make your skin itch, nimwit I been the best in the game So when you talking about BARS put respect on my name Outro: Ooouuu, these haters on my body shake them off Ooouuu, these haters on my body shake them off I got the flow, I got the bars These haters on my body shake them off I'm undefeated, never lost These haters on my body shake them off Ooouuu Ooouuu Ooouuu These haters on my body shake them off