Opps
I got in my bags, chips, Pringles
All of my boys are dogs, dingos
They like the way I talk, lingo
We don't play no games, bingo
Yeah we stay sour, pickle
Take a dog off the leash, sick 'em
They don't want smoke with me, listen
I'm a city OG, Hippy
They call me Hippy, I'm really a jerk
I'm bout to blow up, that feeling is certain
I put my work in, never slept on weekends
I jumped in the deep end, I know what my worth is
Got in my car and I hearsed it
Found the Holy Ghost inside of my purchase
Seen me a shaman and found me a purpose
Visited witches and removed my curses
Keep my intelligence, writing in cursive
Know that I'm blessed, ever since momma birthed him
Parents are proud cause I'm putting that work in
Haters are sad, rather see me go shirtless
But what is the problem, I'm the boss and you're nervous?
Come talk to Josh if you're lost and you're hurting
I'm saying things that are cutting 'em, surgery
Plans to be bringing my best, urgently
I got in my bags, chips, Pringles
All of my boys are dogs, dingos
They like the way I talk, lingo
We don't play no games, bingo
Yeah we stay sour, pickle
Take a dog off the leash, sick 'em
They don't want smoke with me, listen
I'm a city OG, Hippy
People who talking about me won't work with me
Lucky, these people that's sharing this Earth with me
Heard he's so nice, he's not a jerk to me
Get your shit right, before it surfaces
Doing it better, I'm free with the services
Soul in my body, a Buddha in search of it
Roll up and pray for more gas than what Irving has
I have been working for mine I'm not grabbing ass
Shit I just flexed up on my competition
I looked in the mirror and said what you thinking?
There's no room for hating myself like a victim
I watched feds turn to opps when they started switching
I remember upgrading my scale double digits
The bag that we weigh up would pay out ridiculous
People be talking bout the life I'm living in
And I don't have nothing that I cannot get again
I got in my bags, chips, Pringles
All of my boys are dogs, dingos
They like the way I talk, lingo
We don't play no games, bingo
Yeah we stay sour, pickle
Take a dog off the leash, sick 'em
They don't want smoke with me, listen
I'm a city OG, Hippy
I got the drip not a trickle
Just want a watch up on my wrist can't be fickle
Water on my shit gon hit, make a ripple
I walk up in your crib the clique get you crippled
Pink Kush get me tickled, magnificent
I ain't busting up bricks but ain't innocent
Put your trust in the kid I ain't sinister
Brodie tried coming with bluffs and I blistered him, finished him
Bitch I'm the shit, bet I'm winning this
Yeah the zip me get lit and I'm feeling it
When the stick outta clips I'm refilling it
Tryna get me a whip from the dealership
Rubber I'm peeling it, choppa on militant mode
Might knock down your building won't walk in the door
Need lots of them millions my pockets exploding
Boy watch 'fore you spill it, your pot boiling over, aye
I got in my bags, chips, Pringles
All of my boys are dogs, dingos
They like the way I talk, lingo
We don't play no games, bingo
Yeah we stay sour, pickle
Take a dog off the leash, sick 'em
They don't want smoke with me, listen
I'm a city OG, Hippy
All of my boys are dogs, dingos
They like the way I talk, lingo
We don't play no games, bingo
Yeah we stay sour, pickle
Take a dog off the leash, sick 'em
They don't want smoke with me, listen
I'm a city OG, Hippy
They call me Hippy, I'm really a jerk
I'm bout to blow up, that feeling is certain
I put my work in, never slept on weekends
I jumped in the deep end, I know what my worth is
Got in my car and I hearsed it
Found the Holy Ghost inside of my purchase
Seen me a shaman and found me a purpose
Visited witches and removed my curses
Keep my intelligence, writing in cursive
Know that I'm blessed, ever since momma birthed him
Parents are proud cause I'm putting that work in
Haters are sad, rather see me go shirtless
But what is the problem, I'm the boss and you're nervous?
Come talk to Josh if you're lost and you're hurting
I'm saying things that are cutting 'em, surgery
Plans to be bringing my best, urgently
I got in my bags, chips, Pringles
All of my boys are dogs, dingos
They like the way I talk, lingo
We don't play no games, bingo
Yeah we stay sour, pickle
Take a dog off the leash, sick 'em
They don't want smoke with me, listen
I'm a city OG, Hippy
People who talking about me won't work with me
Lucky, these people that's sharing this Earth with me
Heard he's so nice, he's not a jerk to me
Get your shit right, before it surfaces
Doing it better, I'm free with the services
Soul in my body, a Buddha in search of it
Roll up and pray for more gas than what Irving has
I have been working for mine I'm not grabbing ass
Shit I just flexed up on my competition
I looked in the mirror and said what you thinking?
There's no room for hating myself like a victim
I watched feds turn to opps when they started switching
I remember upgrading my scale double digits
The bag that we weigh up would pay out ridiculous
People be talking bout the life I'm living in
And I don't have nothing that I cannot get again
I got in my bags, chips, Pringles
All of my boys are dogs, dingos
They like the way I talk, lingo
We don't play no games, bingo
Yeah we stay sour, pickle
Take a dog off the leash, sick 'em
They don't want smoke with me, listen
I'm a city OG, Hippy
I got the drip not a trickle
Just want a watch up on my wrist can't be fickle
Water on my shit gon hit, make a ripple
I walk up in your crib the clique get you crippled
Pink Kush get me tickled, magnificent
I ain't busting up bricks but ain't innocent
Put your trust in the kid I ain't sinister
Brodie tried coming with bluffs and I blistered him, finished him
Bitch I'm the shit, bet I'm winning this
Yeah the zip me get lit and I'm feeling it
When the stick outta clips I'm refilling it
Tryna get me a whip from the dealership
Rubber I'm peeling it, choppa on militant mode
Might knock down your building won't walk in the door
Need lots of them millions my pockets exploding
Boy watch 'fore you spill it, your pot boiling over, aye
I got in my bags, chips, Pringles
All of my boys are dogs, dingos
They like the way I talk, lingo
We don't play no games, bingo
Yeah we stay sour, pickle
Take a dog off the leash, sick 'em
They don't want smoke with me, listen
I'm a city OG, Hippy
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Writer(s): Andrew Mcdonald
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