OG
Never give it all to a hoe nigga (Hell nah)
Money stop flowing, she'll walk she a gold digger
New pack in to unload nigga (Load)
Smoking OG outside with the old niggas
Stay ten toes don't fold nigga
Fake shit get your head stuck on a pole nigga
Keep playing act like you'n know nigga
My niggas stay active on site on go nigga
This shit can get tragic
Way I make a nigga disappear off the globe making that shit look like magic
Worried bout none of my foes or none of you hoes, y'all made out of plastic
And none of y'all niggas get flyer than me
Keep running the game and they tired of me
OGs the only one's get higher than me
Ye said it's more thots on Christian Mingle than Tinder
Off them pills it's bender
Off the drank off the blunt bitch to be quite frank
I don't know know what I'ma send her
Spending money agenda
Bought the thrax 180 a pack again duh
When you get the pack again bruh
Sorry I missed the call nigga I was booking flights to Kenya
Keep sleeping my nigga napping
Congratulate the boy start clapping triple digits on my dinner clear water chilled glass with a triangle napkin
Niggas drop trash see me coming get the packin
Party pooper sorry if I'm ever not laughing
Being in niggas face I know is fake don't make me happy
Wouldn't get responses if my talent wasn't being crafty
Hard to hold my tongue my thing is saving face keep it classy
Pay the cost be the boss
Pauly he dat bitch
Elite rap shit
He promise he gon see dat shit
Sli- Slick hating on my hustle
He can't be dat rich
Keep playing we gon' lay em like them Frito chips (Fa fa)
You know the pack go wherever that we go
Man I need some weed I call up my amigos
Feel like Olivia all these Rodrigos
Hooptys and benzos carrying kilos
Niggas gettin greedy, got my hand in my bag like some chips
And nobody they didn't wanna feed me, they deceiving
Nigga big drip like the deacon
Send my shooters out, the widow start peaking
See every beat I just be ripping, kinda hard not to believe it
Treat the glock just like a lemon, if it's smoke you know we squeezing
Taking all these drugs, shit it's all for different reasons
Told the bitch to leave I can't fall off this season
Rockin with my brothers, kickin shit like Kel and Kenan
Pull up litty to a function we ain't leaving for a minute
This ain't tennis, two twin choppas Venus and Sabrina
Sweep the block ENT, this ain't code name the cleaner
Motorola yea this bitch can't get tapped
I remember serving on the block, the cameras was in front of the trap
New niggas we was peeping 'em out
Private parties with the vibes, pull out phones we start kicking 'em out
Had to chill out on the lean, kidneys start feeling bubbly
Nigga said it's smoke, shit fasho you know wassup with me
I just want some head hella vibes in a Cullinan
What the fuck is good insurance hella paper we gone cover it
Hold it, bitch tried to leave me yea she said that I was controlling
Having motion, yea you know just like the stones I been rolling
Never lacking, shit I'm always in the hood where I'm pose to
Shit get tragic, quick to hang lil buddy up just like a poster
This shit can get tragic
Way I make a nigga disappear off the globe making that shit look like magic
Worried bout none of my foes or none of you hoes, y'all made out of plastic
And none of y'all niggas get flyer than me
Keep running the game and they tired of me
OGs the only one's get higher than me
Money stop flowing, she'll walk she a gold digger
New pack in to unload nigga (Load)
Smoking OG outside with the old niggas
Stay ten toes don't fold nigga
Fake shit get your head stuck on a pole nigga
Keep playing act like you'n know nigga
My niggas stay active on site on go nigga
This shit can get tragic
Way I make a nigga disappear off the globe making that shit look like magic
Worried bout none of my foes or none of you hoes, y'all made out of plastic
And none of y'all niggas get flyer than me
Keep running the game and they tired of me
OGs the only one's get higher than me
Ye said it's more thots on Christian Mingle than Tinder
Off them pills it's bender
Off the drank off the blunt bitch to be quite frank
I don't know know what I'ma send her
Spending money agenda
Bought the thrax 180 a pack again duh
When you get the pack again bruh
Sorry I missed the call nigga I was booking flights to Kenya
Keep sleeping my nigga napping
Congratulate the boy start clapping triple digits on my dinner clear water chilled glass with a triangle napkin
Niggas drop trash see me coming get the packin
Party pooper sorry if I'm ever not laughing
Being in niggas face I know is fake don't make me happy
Wouldn't get responses if my talent wasn't being crafty
Hard to hold my tongue my thing is saving face keep it classy
Pay the cost be the boss
Pauly he dat bitch
Elite rap shit
He promise he gon see dat shit
Sli- Slick hating on my hustle
He can't be dat rich
Keep playing we gon' lay em like them Frito chips (Fa fa)
You know the pack go wherever that we go
Man I need some weed I call up my amigos
Feel like Olivia all these Rodrigos
Hooptys and benzos carrying kilos
Niggas gettin greedy, got my hand in my bag like some chips
And nobody they didn't wanna feed me, they deceiving
Nigga big drip like the deacon
Send my shooters out, the widow start peaking
See every beat I just be ripping, kinda hard not to believe it
Treat the glock just like a lemon, if it's smoke you know we squeezing
Taking all these drugs, shit it's all for different reasons
Told the bitch to leave I can't fall off this season
Rockin with my brothers, kickin shit like Kel and Kenan
Pull up litty to a function we ain't leaving for a minute
This ain't tennis, two twin choppas Venus and Sabrina
Sweep the block ENT, this ain't code name the cleaner
Motorola yea this bitch can't get tapped
I remember serving on the block, the cameras was in front of the trap
New niggas we was peeping 'em out
Private parties with the vibes, pull out phones we start kicking 'em out
Had to chill out on the lean, kidneys start feeling bubbly
Nigga said it's smoke, shit fasho you know wassup with me
I just want some head hella vibes in a Cullinan
What the fuck is good insurance hella paper we gone cover it
Hold it, bitch tried to leave me yea she said that I was controlling
Having motion, yea you know just like the stones I been rolling
Never lacking, shit I'm always in the hood where I'm pose to
Shit get tragic, quick to hang lil buddy up just like a poster
This shit can get tragic
Way I make a nigga disappear off the globe making that shit look like magic
Worried bout none of my foes or none of you hoes, y'all made out of plastic
And none of y'all niggas get flyer than me
Keep running the game and they tired of me
OGs the only one's get higher than me
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Writer(s): Michaela Laird
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