Hov

You know I stay lowkey
They think they know me
Ridin down HOV
Got a fat blunt and a J no Z
HOV
H to the OV
Im in new york wit a rolled wood of OG
Then I pick up pack gotta get it by the OZ
I can't fuck wit opps I know they police

Lowkey they hate on me
Never stop grindin' thats on me
You get smoked, OG
Lucci roll up thats my OG
Lo Benz pull up in a low beam
Red beam on the glock like codeine
Cause I lean when I pop like I OD'd
I'm the RAPGOD
I don't fight imma pop if he odee
If he want hands get a L 3:03
Failin' tests give a fuck what a PO sees
Get popped when I give my PO pee
N they actin' like they know me
There's chains up on my DOGs
At my dawgs house gotta stay lowkey
Dodgin vicks
Fuck police

You know I stay lowkey
They think they know me
Ridin down HOV
Got a fat blunt and a J no Z
HOV
H to the OV
Im in new york wit a rolled wood of OG
Then I pick up pack gotta get it by the OZ
I can't fuck wit opps I know they police



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Writer(s): Matt Thomas
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