ON ME / OD
Put you on a shelf, that's a pack and trophy
Put you on a shelf, that's a pack and trophy
I ain't do it by myself but everything is on me
Riding by myself but I'm just never lonely
I be sliding with the pipe, she want the pipe it's on me
I'm with Nosebleeddd, nigga make your nose bleed
We can serve the base, like this shit crack, you dope fiend
We the reason why these niggas back, they OD yea
I be going out and popping out like OG
Hey, time to keep it OG
You won't leave in one piece
But we tryna bag it up and bag it up, we 4P
Back inside the pack cause I'm just rolling more weed
I might turn you to a pack and pour 2 4's like Kobe
Down on my dick, nigga that's the old me
Don't be slipping in the west, they might just snatch your Rollie
She don't like it when I'm bossy, she say I'm controlling
I just really play my part but maybe that's just my thing
Life ain't easy, life ain't hard, this shit is what you make it
Smoke the zaza in the club, feel like I'm in Jamaica
Ima always raise the bar, cause I ain't nothing basic
My bro spent 8k for a hoodie, shit I might just take it
Niggas logging in, right now I'm kinda faded
But if it's time to rip a beat my nigga, no debating
I think I fell in love with money, love these paper faces
And I'm really feeling good don't need to see new faces
Nah
Put you on a shelf, that's a pack and trophy
I ain't do it by myself but everything is on me
Riding by myself but I'm just never lonely
I be sliding with the pipe, she want the pipe it's on me
I'm with Nosebleeddd, nigga make your nose bleed
We can serve the base, like this shit crack, you dope fiend
We the reason why these niggas back, they OD yea
I be going out and popping out like OG
Hey, time to keep it OG
You won't leave in one piece
But we tryna bag it up and bag it up, we 4P
Back inside the pack cause I'm just rolling more weed
I might turn you to a pack and pour 2 4's like Kobe
Down on my dick, nigga that's the old me
Don't be slipping in the west, they might just snatch your Rollie
She don't like it when I'm bossy, she say I'm controlling
I just really play my part but maybe that's just my thing
Life ain't easy, life ain't hard, this shit is what you make it
Smoke the zaza in the club, feel like I'm in Jamaica
Ima always raise the bar, cause I ain't nothing basic
My bro spent 8k for a hoodie, shit I might just take it
Niggas logging in, right now I'm kinda faded
But if it's time to rip a beat my nigga, no debating
I think I fell in love with money, love these paper faces
And I'm really feeling good don't need to see new faces
Nah
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Writer(s): William Blose
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