Minty Chaps - Oats Lyrics

I asked if she want oats, she said okay
I like to consume my oats, with the OJ
I'm just playing with these hoes, like it's croquet
They be stressing me for sho, need some Rogaine

Okay
I'm just running with a bitch
Bag full of oats
And some honey on this shit
God damn, where u at look at dat
Got a van full of beans wit the ops on my ass
Pulled to the side n she knocked on my glass
I tucked on her shirt and then went on to ask

This might sound kinda rash

Then
I asked if she want oats, she said okay
I like to consume my oats, with the OJ
I'm just playing with these hoes, like it's croquet
They be stressing me for sho, need some Rogaine

Okay, bitch lay off the cocaine
I'm running with my undies I got no shame
I'm cooking up the batch i got no tame
I'm shooting for the stars I got GOAT aim
Oh wait, main mans is a no name
Okay, Man-Man gotta locate
Okay, tank-man full of propane
Okay, rap game put on probate

Uh
Feel it in my arteries
Uh
The oats cure heart disease
Uh
The oats like Carter 3
[What?]

So
I asked if she want oats, she said okay
I like to consume my oats, with the OJ
I'm just playing with these hoes, like it's croquet
They be stressing me for sho, need some Rogaine
Okay

Yeah I got the juice
Drinking all day like there's nothing to do
When on the oats, I got nothing to lose
Yeah
Don't get it confused
Uh
You stuck in a loop
Stuck in your head, stuck on a lose
Pop you some oats and we head to the stu
We fusing with jazz, we writing in blues
Yeah

She talking about raising up a family
Wait, where the plan B
She didn't want a plan B, uh, she's getting antsy
What? Moving on to Plan C
My bat wings activate I'm taking off in 3
I trap heat, the game is sick, near-dead, I guess I'll be
The vaccine, I guess I'll be the vaccine, yeah