U Guessed It - Remix
God damn, boy, that nigga Mac didn't never call, bruh
But I'm seeing that nigga everywhere, bruh
Dog, you know they say nigga went Hollywood and shit
Fuck that nigga, dog, OGG, fuck is a OGG? OGG, OGG, aye, bruh
I mean, you don't think that nigga really getting no money, right?
I mean, he ain't really fucking hoes, right? Well, damn
Bitch, you guessed it
Hwah, you was right
Bitch, you guessed it
Grah-grah, fuck nigga on sight
Bitch, you guessed it
Still in that place and I'm flexin'
Hwah, bitch, you guessed it
I'm still with my niggas, come and test us, OGG
Bitch you guessed it, walkin' around with extra in my pocket
Bitch, you next to us, why the fuck are you next to us?
Bitch, you should come test us
I seen what you rockin' and bitch you can't dress with us
Seen what yo bitch looked like
And nigga I wasn't impressed or nothin'
Fuck nigga, come and talk it out, fuck nigga, we ain't talkin' it out
What the fuck we finna talk about
All we know is that Mula, Benjis, Franklins and that Guala
Fetti with us, bunch of young niggas
Bunch of them bitches all in they whip, lickin' on titties
Runnin' my check up, I think I'm with Nike, I'm sprinting
Sheesh, y'all couldn't hear me
Bitch, you guessed it, you was motherfucking right
But I'm seeing that nigga everywhere, bruh
Dog, you know they say nigga went Hollywood and shit
Fuck that nigga, dog, OGG, fuck is a OGG? OGG, OGG, aye, bruh
I mean, you don't think that nigga really getting no money, right?
I mean, he ain't really fucking hoes, right? Well, damn
Bitch, you guessed it
Hwah, you was right
Bitch, you guessed it
Grah-grah, fuck nigga on sight
Bitch, you guessed it
Still in that place and I'm flexin'
Hwah, bitch, you guessed it
I'm still with my niggas, come and test us, OGG
Bitch you guessed it, walkin' around with extra in my pocket
Bitch, you next to us, why the fuck are you next to us?
Bitch, you should come test us
I seen what you rockin' and bitch you can't dress with us
Seen what yo bitch looked like
And nigga I wasn't impressed or nothin'
Fuck nigga, come and talk it out, fuck nigga, we ain't talkin' it out
What the fuck we finna talk about
All we know is that Mula, Benjis, Franklins and that Guala
Fetti with us, bunch of young niggas
Bunch of them bitches all in they whip, lickin' on titties
Runnin' my check up, I think I'm with Nike, I'm sprinting
Sheesh, y'all couldn't hear me
Bitch, you guessed it, you was motherfucking right
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Thomas, Benedict Ihesiaba, Tauheed Epps
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