Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk – Ohhwee Lyrics

Ohhwee

Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk

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"Ohhwee." - Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk

Friday, 23 October 2026, 07:15 pm

Album: Bloodas

Track No: 09

Hunnid racks bustin' out the Louis bag
Ohhwee
If I like the bitch I'ma buy a Birkin bag
Ohhwee
I just fucked a rapper baby mama, I'm like
Ohhwee
Look at my jewels, look at my chain, I'm like
Ohhwee
I just mixed the Percy with a Xan, I'm like
Ohhwee
I just had a threesome with your friend, I'm like
Ohhwee
Ohhwee
Ohhwee
Ohhwee
Ohhwee
Fucked this bitch and gave her back, I just brought my killer strap
I put Chicago on the map, I'm a man, I'm a threat
Gang member and he rap, say he gang but that's cap
Johnny Dang, that shit crap
Fucked this bitch on InstaSnap
Millionaire, I got clout, fucked that bitch 'cause I got clout
Put a Xanny in her mouth, put a Percy in her mouth
We be in the field for real, ****, they be in the house
Keep on frontin' like you like her, I'ma back door
And we got so many MACs like a Apple
And I got Armani jean on my tracksuit
You ain't gettin' no cash, don't ask, ho
I ain't got no Xan? Molly all in the capsule
Look at my wrist, look at my gang, look at my drip
Look at my bitch, Gucci snake, look at her hip
Got a LA bitch, she like the coke
I got a NYC bitch, she say, "Yo"
Even though I got a mansion, bitch, I sleep in the Yo
And the way I drip designer like I sleep in the store
And she bad and boujee, if he rat I call him ratatouille
Look at the back of the jewelry
Got my AP from Shine, he got me shinin'
I got my choker from Izzy, look at these diamonds
Balenciaga runnin' shoes, I be stylin'
And I'd rather dress myself, fuck a stylist
Hunnid racks bustin' out the Louis bag
Ohhwee
If I like the bitch I'ma buy a Birkin bag
Ohhwee
I just fucked a rapper baby mama, I'm like
Ohhwee
Look at my jewels, look at my chain, I'm like
Ohhwee
I just mixed the Percy with a Xan, I'm like
Ohhwee
I just had a threesome with your friend, I'm like
Ohhwee
Ohhwee
Ohhwee
Ohhwee
Ohhwee
I put Detroit on the map, let them **** get off
It's bags all on my bitch, they come outside and knock they shit off
These jack boys see that jewelry, they make you take that shit off
The opps look like big boys, **** can't touch me, I'm big dog
Hunnid racks on the other end like a kickoff
10-4, same day we gon' kill dog, y'all beef last for a year long
Outta town to go get the bag and the shit sold before I get home
Y'all sneak dis, then see me, y'all get to dick suckin'
**** weirdos
I came up from nothin', ****, you can't tell me shit
(You can't tell me shit)
Soon as I hit, call her **** phone, "Come get this bitch"
You come meet her at the corner, bro, don't pull up to my crib
Big FN, if I let it hit, that car gonna flip
I done made it through that mud and that rain
(Through that rain)
Reach for my neck, it's gon' be blood on this chain
That real **** shit ain't on me, know it run through my veins
You ain't gang, better run from that bang, I got aim, ****
Ooh, let me tell you 'bout Chicago and Detroit (Durk, whatup?)
Let me tell you 'bout Chicago and Detroit
Ooh, 'bout Chicago and Detroit
Gang, gang, gang
I been to O block, for real
I really seen them drills
Your bitch a freak, for real (Gang, gang)
Wet up her sheets, for real (Gang, gang)
Wet up your teeth, for real
Show you how nina feels
How much it costs for me to show my face? A key, for real, ****
Hunnid racks bustin' out the Louis bag
Ohhwee
If I like the bitch I'ma buy a Birkin bag
Ohhwee
I just fucked a rapper baby mama, I'm like
Ohhwee
Look at my jewels, look at my chain, I'm like
Ohhwee
I just mixed the Percy with a Xan, I'm like
Ohhwee
I just had a threesome with your friend, I'm like
Ohhwee
Ohhwee
Ohhwee
Ohhwee
Ohhwee

Writer(s): Tee Grizzley, Lil Durk.

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