Goals

Oh My God (Oh My God)

[Chorus]
I told my twin pass me my chop, come pass me my blick
Im rocking Balmain on my jeans and my shoes so Rick
I catch you talking down on K, you might as well get hit
I said bro you going insane go and take a sit
I said come and get your bitch, cause she throwing a fit
We take the shoes up off your feet and turn you to a lick
If that hoe try to set me up i know that she a trick
If that hoe try to come run up you get hit with the glick

[Verse]
I felt him walking down
I told lil bro, "Dont come around"
I can do a shootout for two weeks
I got plenty rounds
And dont be sad cause your boy dead
I put him in the ground
My twin he creeping through the night
No he dont make no sounds
I started making music
Everybody round me frown
My name up on they mind
Lil Kris the king of his town
I was broke dressing like a bum
But i got money now
And one day im on the stage performing at Rolling Loud

[Chorus]
I told my twin pass me my chop, come pass me my blick
Im rocking Balmain on my jeans and my shoes so Rick
I catch you talking down on K, you might as well get hit
I said bro you going insane go and take a sit
I said come and get your bitch, cause she throwing a fit
We take the shoes up off your feet and turn you to a lick
If that hoe try to set me up i know that she a trick
If that hoe try to come run up you get hit with the glick