My OG

Lyrics

[Chorus] My OG told me murder everything yeah If they tripping homie let it bang yeah Uzoz' umoya like I'm Heavy K yeah Them bitches love me like I'm Danny K yeah [Post-Chorus] I run the city, 50 niggas with me You don't want no problems, voetsek, hamba kini Hamba Kini Tsek hamba kini Ungjwayel' amasimba ungbheke kahle angsiyikhimbhi Hamba Kini Hamba kini Voetsek hamba kini Hamba kini Hamba kini Hamba kini Ungjwayel' amasimba ungbheke kahle angsiyikhimbhi [Verse 1] I've been working hard for this shit And I thank God for this shit Working grave yard for the bricks 100 racks straight on my wrist I don't spend none on a bitch Everybody know that's a risk If you got a problem, we gon' fix Chains come in two's like the chop sticks Catch me smoking in the whip If they catch me I'm in shit Gotta skrrrr to the crib Yeah I get it how I live Got that Sprite, I'ma mix Drop some ice then I sip ATM y'all should get with this shit They know I be oka, expensive like Pogba Now my money got the zero's and the commas She said she wanna meet the squad with her chommas What you sipping? I got Moet and some Pongratz [Chorus] My OG told me murder everything yeah If they tripping homie let it bang yeah Uzoz' umoya like I'm Heavy K yeah Them bitches love me like I'm Danny K yeah [Post-Chorus] I run the city, 50 niggas with me You don't want no problems, voetsek, hamba kini Hamba Kini Tsek hamba kini Ungjwayel' amasimba ungbheke kahle angsiyikhimbhi Hamba Kini Hamba kini Voetsek hamba kini Hamba kini Hamba kini Hamba kini Ungjwayel' amasimba ungbheke kahle angsiyikhimbhi [Verse 2] Gotta thank yall for this shit You the reason I ball in this bitch Been around the world taking trips Always got that purp taking sips Yeah you the one that turned into a snitch, huh Now you mad about my sitch, huh Now you sadder than a bitch, huh That I might drop a Louis bag on your bitch, yah Julle praat te veel, I'm getting dough for real I won't give you free shit, maybe Oprah will If you talking money, we can close the deal Damn these nigga's hating but it's over still Yeah I pull up, hop out, whole hood they pop out Louis, Gucci 'sace, that's a knock out More money than papao Le skeem-e nyana se sahao Goons here with they Glock out They slap you and you pass out [Chorus] My OG told me murder everything yeah If they tripping homie let it bang yeah Uzoz' umoya like I'm Heavy K yeah Them bitches love me like I'm Danny K yeah [Post-Chorus] I run the city, 50 niggas with me You don't want no problems, voetsek, hamba kini Hamba Kini Tsek hamba kini Ungjwayel' amasimba ungbheke kahle angsiyikhimbhi Hamba Kini Hamba kini Voetsek hamba kini Hamba kini Hamba kini Hamba kini Ungjwayel' amasimba ungbheke kahle angsiyikhimbhi