Fuck all That shit man
Niggas act like they with us them niggas ain't wit us,
Nigga them niggas don't love You Nigga
Man Fuck these pussy ass niggas
Load up one more
Bitch
Omm
Man Fuck that shit we running For this shit OCx
KTF to the grave hoe
I don't give a fuck
Check me and its done
OG move in silence like designer men dont find this style on retail
Stack cheese like lasagna let that old money spin like Sprewell
Pay attention detail hard to sell And man them boys makes shit Look easy
How we come up Greasy
Tellem nigga Run it Run it Breezy
Me Mike Wan and Weezy
Might be Blacka or JBloody
Free the Bentley boy Lamar From down the Road My Buddy
Boy you never should have left Me know if I got 40 homie you Got 20
Out here fucking with these Newbys got my nigga half of 30
Can't never call me stingy bitch I came up under greedy
Hustle Rob the Robbers Stick The Rich up feed the Needy
Do it for my Blood One Time
Holla mother Fuck 1 time yea
I do my diddy Yeezy say I'm Jay
Z out my city, out west Cøngress OCx That KTF Committee
Don't call this shit no comeback
Kid na I been here for years, what I witnessed as kid give These rich kids chills and my
Rich peers tend to sense them Tense years still
All them holiday we tried
But had to Grinch
Had to set up Ebenezer's get Him rinsed for tryna pinch
And ma I been trying to go
Legit but shit aitn quick and
I can't quit
And I it seen a man get lynched
For running off with less than rent
And when I rolled that window up
First I forgive, then I Repent
Pull-up on him yea we sliding
Catch you slipping yea lil Trina
Set you up cause you was Trick'n, Pussy ass nigga
Is you dumb or you stupid
You looking real goofy
You rere you eh eh you duhduh
From the dreads to the couffe
The waves or the Cue-B we Swish it we get it ,it's Butter
OCx KTF FuLa been on That
Shit since them niggas moved
Grams on the landline
Put that Heat on yo bitch
Strip her booty ass naked
I bet I ain't leaving no tan lines
I'ma run up a bIg ole' B.a.G.
Can't chase no c.a.t.
I'm still a d.o.g.
If you wit it dont tell me go Show me it still don't impress Me you really don't know me
Lil homie I been a OG since
A shawty what you got on my
40 lil homie
Saraphym or Sapphire La Pharoah Farafio Crucifix
Sun of The Morning
We be up up early in the oui
Hour
Yella lil sweet it's a oui ting
Say she wanna ride go night Night, Hi, aye high of the pipe give her swwet dreams
Steppin outta line get you Oulined
Smoking ivory like how high
Bitch I'm back buzzing like
Beehive, no Queen honey
Na I resigned
Check mate Gang Gettem Jump
Still King I, got no more time
For the rewind
Send this shit up to the ske-I
Fuegod Slept on Basquit
Biatch
On God (Bitch)
Send this shit up to the ske-I
Fuegod Slept on Basquiat
Are you dumb or you stupid
You looking real goofy
You re-re you eh-eh you duh-Duh
From the dreads to the couffe
The waves or the Cue-B we Swish it we get it ,it's Butter
OCx KTF FuLa been on That
Shit since them niggas moved
Grams on yhe landline
Put that Heat on yo bitch
Strip her booty ass naked
I bet I ain't leaving no tan lines
I'ma run up a bIg ole' B.a.G.
Can't chase no c.a.t.
I'm still a d.o.g.
If you wit it dont tell me go Show me it still don't impress Me you really don't know me
Lil homie I been a OG since
A shawty what you got on my
40 lil homie
Saraphym or Sapphire La Pharoah Farafio Crucifix
Sun of The Morning

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Writer(s): BAPPI LAHIRI, BYRON ANTHONY N MURRAY, CLIFFORD N SMITH, JUSTIN SMITH, LATA MANGESHKAR, MALIK COX