Oh Shhh… Lyrics
[Intro: Ice Spice]
Grrah
Grrah
(Stop playin’ with ’em, RIOT)
Like
[Chorus: Ice Spice & Travis Scott]
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot)
Oh shit, she totin’ the knock (She totin’ the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin’ her dance (She doin’ her dance, like)
Oh shit, she countin’ her bands (She countin’ her bands; ooh, shit)
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot, grrah)
Oh shit, she totin’ the knock (She totin’ the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin’ her dance (She doin’ her dance, like)
Oh shit, she’s showin’ her thong (She’s showin’ her thong, like; ooh, shit)
[Verse 1: Ice Spice]
Bitch, I’m petty, you know I bе on that (Grrah)
Standin’ on shit like a floor mat
They keep tryin’ to reach mе (Huh)
‘Cause they know that I never call back (Grrah)
Throw it back on her BD (BD)
Just know he caught that
Hatin’ bitches, I gotta ignore that (Grrah)
Need some grabba, like, bro, where the store at? (Grrah)
Bitch, I’m facin’, don’t ask me to pass it (Grrah)
If we beefin’, don’t ask me to hash it (Grrah)
In the party them clappers is clappin’ (Like)
In the party them slappers is slappin’ (Damn)
My name Ice, on the beat I be skatin’ (Like)
Bitch, I’m pretty, I look like a paintin’ (Like)
With a baddie and she lookin’ Blasian (Damn)
Say my grace ’cause the money amazin’ (Grrah)
[Chorus: Ice Spice & Travis Scott]
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot)
Oh shit, she totin’ the knock (She totin’ the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin’ her dance (She doin’ her dance, like)
Oh shit, she countin’ her bands (She countin’ her bands; ooh, shit)
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot, grrah; huh)
Oh shit, she totin’ the knot (She totin’ the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin’ her dance (She doin’ her dance, like)
Oh shit, she’s showin’ her thong (She’s showin’ her thongs, like; ooh, shit)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Ooh shit, come do it for me
T, I’m from TX (Yeah)
Shorty, she come from the BX
Ice and the flame and the Nia (It’s lit)
You might get a car and it’s keyless
Topless, no V6 (Skrrt, skrrt)
I’m out in New York, I’m in Sei Less (Skrrt, skrrt)
You might get you more if you say less
I’m cookin’ a wave of flow
They watchin’ my moves, remote (Damn)
Cacti down her throat
Sent cornrow down her throat
Ooh, shit (Ooh, shit)
To smoke, we brought us some nics
I told Dolan to sell us the Knicks
Like the flow Jalen Brunson, won’t trip, man
[Chorus: Ice Spice]
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot)
Oh shit, she totin’ the knock (She totin’ the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin’ her dance (She doin’ her dance, like)
Oh shit, she countin’ her bands (She countin’ her bands)
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot, grrah)
Oh shit, she totin’ the knock (She totin’ the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin’ her dance (She doin’ her dance, like)
Oh shit, she’s showin’ her thong (She’s showin’ her thong, like)