Lyrics Yung Bans – ETA

Oogie Mane

Ay, ooo, yeah
Ay, ooo, yeah

Make her say, make her say, make her say my name

Shade, shade, shade, turn him into shade

Big foot, ay
HAM, I go days (Bitch)
I ain’t lovin’ none of these bitches
Just nut on their face, huh
Killer her momma outta spite
She smell like fish filet (Let’s go, let’s go)
I gotta chick in a day, ay
Countin’ my chips lately
I’ma freak to chase, chase
That’s where my brothers away, ay
I’m on fleek, once I’ma dealer bitch say please
Youngest nigga fulfill your needs
Nigga for sure, big Billy B’s
Nigga caught man’s all in a Maybach
Poppin’ these Percs, I’m doin’ no crack
A young white ho, she look at my sack
Rich old man, she don’t talk back
Y’all niggas turnt down, turn to an act
Shoot a nigga in the head, shit sound like splat

Ohh, hah

Make her say, make her say, make her say my name
Bitch I feel like Bloody Mary say my name «Trey»
Lil’ shawty ridin’ on my D1, want on my ETA
My money talk, bitch I ball, ball like NBA
I turn my ho to my shooter, she tatted on her face
Burn a nigga like some weed, turn him into shade (Into shade)