Video Omg de Tom Macdonald 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Tom Macdonald - Omg Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tom MacDonald]
Lately, I been tripping, I been smoking lots
Feel like I'm a target and they're loading shots
Every time they tweet me, I'm like, "Oh my God"
Y'all don't wanna see me, man, I swear to God
Y'all don't understand me like a burner phone, it's coded talk
I don't hang with y'all like I got warrants and you know the cops
I been at the top, you cannot see me with the scope you got
Squad all come with laser sights, your shirt looks like it's polka dots
Oh my God, oh my God
Try to do me dirty, I like motocross
Oh my God, oh my God
All the money in my bag, it look like Photoshop

[Pre-Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
We been tired of the beefing
Y'all are tryna sneak diss, all in your feelings
I can see you creeping all in my DMs
I ain't gonna pretend money isn't revenge

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
Oh my God, bank account stole my heart
Oh my God, someone, hit the smoke alarm
Oh my God, money bigger than both my arms
Oh my God, pretty boy, but I go so hard
[Verse 2: MadChild]
Lately, I don't listen and you're talking lots
Blow it up upon you and you ain't talking shop
Every time they hit me, I'm like, "Oh my God"
"I swear that y'all are demons, I put that on God"
Twist your cap 'cause everybody capping, that's your soda pop
Trip and you'll get clipped, I'll slip this clip in, that's a loaded Glock
Hungry for the money like my tummy full of poke a dots
Trust me, I don't go to police, only filthy rodents talk
Oh my God, oh my God
Say they BBS's, but the glow is off
Oh my God, oh my God
I ain't riding with you, I'll just blow you off

[Pre-Chorus: MadChild]
We been tired of the beefing
Y'all are tryna sneak diss, all in your feelings
I can see you creeping all in my DMs
I ain't gonna pretend money isn't revenge

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
Oh my God, bank account stole my heart
Oh my God, someone, hit the smoke alarm
Oh my God, money bigger than both my arms
Oh my God, pretty boy, but I go so hard
[Bridge: Tom MacDonald]
My money is in my phone
You bummies wish that I'd go broke

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
Oh my God, bank account stole my heart
Oh my God, someone, hit the smoke alarm
Oh my God, money bigger than both my arms
Oh my God, pretty boy, but I go so hard