O.Y.B. lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Steve]
I'm with your b*tch and I'm feeling on her body, she naughy (Yeah)
We always roll six deep when we headed to party
I got a drink on the way, coconut and pineapple b*tch (Where's that at)
That on deck, call it f*cking Immaculate
W-what it do, mama, where you going?
Pre-rolls on deck, baby, get to blowing
O-Y-B On your b*tch, Big Steve, keep it lit
Mama, do you feel it

[Chorus]
I'm O.Y.B
On your b*tch
It's O.Y.B, mama, you know what it is
I'm O.Y.B, on your b*tch and I pull one on your man, real muthaf*ckin slick
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O-o-o

[Verse 2: Fess]
She your main thing but she don't [?]
Don't worry baby, best believe the Starting Six be wildin'
We ain't stopping keep them bottles popping
And bring your friend, f*ck your man
It's O.Y.B, got the party rocking, oh whoa
Bring it back, I'm sipping Jack
Got your girl up on my lap
Sorry, that's a f*cking fact
You like that girl, I know you do
Now peep your dude, he ain't got a clue
That's why I'm yelling
[Chorus]
I'm O.Y.B, on your b*tch
It's O.Y.B, mama, you know what it is
I'm O.Y.B, on your b*tch and I pull one on your man, real muthaf*ckin slick
O-o-o-o-y-b
O-o-y-b
O-o-o-o-y-b
O-o-y-b
O-o-o

[Verse 3: Rybread]
I'm on the b*tch, that ain't mine bruh
She looking designer
She say she got a man, but I can't listen a flying f*ck
Got a couple little ladies waiting on the player
To just lay a little lumber on a daily
This is what I tell her, look
You better watch your girlfriend, sisters, and your cousins
Ride on something like a whirlwind, yuh
Snatch it if she in my way
Starting Six we on your main, hate me playa I'm in the game

[Chorus]
I'm O.Y.B, on your b*tch
It's O.Y.B, mama, you know what it is
I'm O.Y.B, on your b*tch and I pull one on your man, real muthaf*ckin slick
O-o-o-o-y-b
O-o-y-b
O-o-o-o-y-b
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O-o-o
[Verse 4:Don Trip]
Just trying to cuff and collar your woman
Then a n*gga like me come and borrow your woman
Walk her out the club, and talk her outta her garments
Drop her back off at y'all spot in the morning
Yeah, I kill the cat and leave you to mourn
I'm breaking her back, she's breaking your heart
Shawty up and down on it like a seesaw
Swinging through the club like it's time to tee off (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm O.Y.B, on your b*tch
It's O.Y.B, mama, you know what it is
I'm O.Y.B, on your b*tch and I pull one on your man, real muthaf*ckin slick
O-o-o-o-y-b
O-o-y-b
O-o-o-o-y-b
O-o-y-b
O-o-o