Travis Bowe - Oh Lord lyrics

[INTRO] Tell the DJ hit replay I'm zonin'... [Chorus] Oh Lord Somebody better tell these n***as I don't really sweat these n***as But, Imma have to go get these n***as [VERSE 1: TRAVIS BOWE] I just want the money on the mantle I don't want the rollie or the phantom I'm tryna take it back to the days when my grandma was alive She would tell me that I'm handsome Now these women tell me that I'm handsome Want a baby by me and I ain't tryna make it happen Whip so nice f** around and stop traffic Smokin' on that Shaggy Mr. Boombastic All these n***as rappin'; they ain't 'bout action Know some n***as in my city put a cap up in the captain Stopped to the house just to kiss up my nieces I don't know the day that I'll see my sweet Jesus Hug up my mama and tell her I need her If God took her now, then I couldn't live either Don't go to church don't believe in those preachers Promised my girl that I could never leave her That's just the honesty, we don't believe you We live day to day and don't get it from people Roll through my city I'm bumpin' that Migos My plug on my side...no that's just Teiko What's this talk about this and that? How you n***as claiming you the king of rap? I ain't never heard you n***as k** a track Plus my n***as at the top like where the ceiling at? I ain't feeling that Try a little harder Heard your songs, I'm like why bother? Your chick call me daddy cuz she need a father And the game calling me cuz it need an artist I be the hardest like.. [Chorus] Oh Lord Somebody better tell these n***as I don't really sweat these n***as But, Imma have to go get these n***as [VERSE 2: TRAVIS BOWE] Ain't it funny how n***as talk sh**? Broke n***as don't make no sense Vision so clear like I got no tints Do an interview n***a might start another trend I'm the lightskinned n***a with a whole lot to say I came to perform get them hoes out the way Used to be trouble, got no doubts today You should book a bigger spot I done sold out that space Got some rich homies and the broke ones k**ers in my city like to tote guns Boat up in the water for the coke run Got the junkies in my city feeling so numb Imma be the one the kids look to Police and your friends tryna book you See the streets on fire it'll cook you Wrote the verse and the motherf**in' hook too Tell the dj hit replay I'm zonin' On the freeway them 3am mornings No cheapskate boy we stay in foreigns We debate on cheesecake then order I just gotta get it boy I gotta get it Cuz I ain't tryna be the n***a who just said it And I ain't tryna be the rapper you forgettin' And alla my n***as dead or up in prison I dont get it Imma keep living til my clock stop b**hes playin' with the squares; hopscotch Only f** with a real n***a cuz a real n***a got a hustle that will not stop like.. [Chorus] Oh Lord Somebody better tell these n***as I don't really sweat these n***as But, Imma have to go get these n***as [BRIDGE: TRAVIS BOWE] n***as just claim that they winnin' Everything right when I write composition Spittin' so chilidish I know that you kiddin' You think that me and you in competition Mama don't know but I focus on the paper She don't ask for nothin' I just put it on the table Cuz she gotta pay that Water light and cable You see why I grind? But yet you still hatin' Don't understand it, they take me for granted n***as couldn't fathom the sh** I imagine Tryna build a crib tryna build me a palace Horses in the stable and in the bedroom a stallion You a stallion, cuz you got that craziest a** b**h And for that p**y I'll be a dummy like a crash test [Chorus] Oh Lord Somebody better, Somebody better Oh Lord Somebody better, Somebody better Oh Lord Somebody better tell these n***as I don't really sweat these n***as But Imma have to go get these n***as (Get em!)