O.Y.N Songtext
von Maxo Kream
O.Y.N Songtext
Old enough to be yo′ unc, see, you lil' young punks think a nigga washed up
Better think again, two KelTecs and a F&N
Not yo′ pops, I'm a opp, I'm a O.Y.N.
I′m not the baby daddy, I′m the motherfucker
I'm not the step-up pops, I step on opps or step a motherfucker
Teach you how to shoot the strap and flip a pack and make it double
Fight and scratch you, catch a hat, get yo′ get back and don't say nothin′
Might fuck on yo' mother, but all the YNs call me big brother
30 still totin′ on .30s, give young niggas buckets
Like Carmelo when he played for Nuggets
Don't need no Pooh Shiesty, I pull up and shoot it in public
Fuckin' on a grown ho my age, said she gotta son in the ninth grade, he always in trouble
Schools nights outside past one
Last week in his room, found a gun, she was cryin′ in puddles
Found some drugs and some money by the couch
She was ′bout to call the cops, she was 'bout to kick him out
Told her, "Take a chill pill, I′ll help the nigga out"
I ain't tryna be his pops, I could be his big brother
I ain′t got no problem tryna help 'em
If he press me like Jodie, I′ma whoop him like Melvin
I ain't nothin' like yo′ pops, better watch yo′ fuckin' mouth
You old enough to be a opp, and I′ll kill 'em
Not a step dad, I′m a old school stepper
Show you how to put a Glock switch on a weapon
Show you how to fuck a bitch, you don't gotta press her
Rerack a brick, take a 9 out, stretch it
Old enough to be yo′ unc, see, you lil' young punks think a nigga washed up
Better think again, two KelTecs and a F&N
Not yo' pops, I′m a opp, I′m a O.Y.N.
I'm not the baby daddy, I′m the motherfucker
I'm not the step-up pops, I step on opps or step a motherfucker
Last night, I was smashin′ her buns, had to tell his mom that I'm cool wit′ her son
And we got the kinda bond that the judge need to go give Durk
If I'm fuckin' on his mom, how this shit gon′ work?
Last week, you found a gun in his room
He was walkin′ to the house and he ran across the opps
His mom was at work, the opps spinned the block, 50 shots
And your son had to run 'cause he almost got murked
He′ll be a damn fool if he walked back to school with no tool
If they put him on the news, it's gon′ hurt
They be tryna get him for his work
Almost grazed by a bullet, but it went through his shirt
The kinda shit you can't tell your mom about
That′s the kinda shit that get you put up out yo' mama house
Matter fact, give him back all the packs and the straps
Or the plug gonna come and shoot up mama house
It's apparent that you tryna be a parent, take a man to raise a man, it′s hard as a single mother
Old school fool with the tool, I′m the unc with the pump, O.Y.N., call me big brother
Ha, I'm standin′ my ground and havin' my homies watch my back
Word, so don′t let nobody mess with your stuff
Told her, "Take a chill pill, I'll help the nigga out"
I ain′t tryna be his pops, I could be his big brother
I ain't got no problem tryna help 'em
Told her, "Take a chill pill, I′ll help the nigga out"
I ain′t tryna be his pops, I could be his big brother
I ain't got no problem tryna help ′em
If he press me like Jodie, I'ma whoop him like Melvin
Old enough to be yo′ unc, see, you lil' young punks think a nigga washed up
Better think again, two KelTecs and a F&N
Not yo′ pops, I'm a opp, I'm a O.Y.N.
I′m not the baby daddy, I′m the motherfucker
I'm not the step-up pops, I step on opps or step a motherfucker
Better think again, two KelTecs and a F&N
Not yo′ pops, I'm a opp, I'm a O.Y.N.
I′m not the baby daddy, I′m the motherfucker
I'm not the step-up pops, I step on opps or step a motherfucker
Teach you how to shoot the strap and flip a pack and make it double
Fight and scratch you, catch a hat, get yo′ get back and don't say nothin′
Might fuck on yo' mother, but all the YNs call me big brother
30 still totin′ on .30s, give young niggas buckets
Like Carmelo when he played for Nuggets
Don't need no Pooh Shiesty, I pull up and shoot it in public
Fuckin' on a grown ho my age, said she gotta son in the ninth grade, he always in trouble
Schools nights outside past one
Last week in his room, found a gun, she was cryin′ in puddles
Found some drugs and some money by the couch
She was ′bout to call the cops, she was 'bout to kick him out
Told her, "Take a chill pill, I′ll help the nigga out"
I ain't tryna be his pops, I could be his big brother
I ain′t got no problem tryna help 'em
If he press me like Jodie, I′ma whoop him like Melvin
I ain't nothin' like yo′ pops, better watch yo′ fuckin' mouth
You old enough to be a opp, and I′ll kill 'em
Not a step dad, I′m a old school stepper
Show you how to put a Glock switch on a weapon
Show you how to fuck a bitch, you don't gotta press her
Rerack a brick, take a 9 out, stretch it
Old enough to be yo′ unc, see, you lil' young punks think a nigga washed up
Better think again, two KelTecs and a F&N
Not yo' pops, I′m a opp, I′m a O.Y.N.
I'm not the baby daddy, I′m the motherfucker
I'm not the step-up pops, I step on opps or step a motherfucker
Last night, I was smashin′ her buns, had to tell his mom that I'm cool wit′ her son
And we got the kinda bond that the judge need to go give Durk
If I'm fuckin' on his mom, how this shit gon′ work?
Last week, you found a gun in his room
He was walkin′ to the house and he ran across the opps
His mom was at work, the opps spinned the block, 50 shots
And your son had to run 'cause he almost got murked
He′ll be a damn fool if he walked back to school with no tool
If they put him on the news, it's gon′ hurt
They be tryna get him for his work
Almost grazed by a bullet, but it went through his shirt
The kinda shit you can't tell your mom about
That′s the kinda shit that get you put up out yo' mama house
Matter fact, give him back all the packs and the straps
Or the plug gonna come and shoot up mama house
It's apparent that you tryna be a parent, take a man to raise a man, it′s hard as a single mother
Old school fool with the tool, I′m the unc with the pump, O.Y.N., call me big brother
Ha, I'm standin′ my ground and havin' my homies watch my back
Word, so don′t let nobody mess with your stuff
Told her, "Take a chill pill, I'll help the nigga out"
I ain′t tryna be his pops, I could be his big brother
I ain't got no problem tryna help 'em
Told her, "Take a chill pill, I′ll help the nigga out"
I ain′t tryna be his pops, I could be his big brother
I ain't got no problem tryna help ′em
If he press me like Jodie, I'ma whoop him like Melvin
Old enough to be yo′ unc, see, you lil' young punks think a nigga washed up
Better think again, two KelTecs and a F&N
Not yo′ pops, I'm a opp, I'm a O.Y.N.
I′m not the baby daddy, I′m the motherfucker
I'm not the step-up pops, I step on opps or step a motherfucker
Writer(s): Barrington Hendricks, Emekwanem Biosah Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
