Yung OGee

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga You know what the fuck goin' on, Money Is Not Everything Free the whole ghetto I'm back in my mood now, you know what I'm sayin'? Get to this shit What y'all want? Alright [Verse] Ayy, it's the Yung OG, I just poured a three Nigga, fuck a za bag, I just sold a tree Still'll pass my man the ball, I got an open three C got a six of Act', I told him hold a three Two hundred on the Rio piece so they can know it's me Twenty million, all cash, I got a goal to reach This shit feel different when you independent I could wake up in the morning and go spend a million Bro got a crock pot, tryna spend the chicken Run up on some fast shit and get killed in Lenox Stamped in my hood, I don't even need my windows tinted Beat his hеad with the Glock 'til the pistol bendin' You a littlе nigga, I could put out ten G's and get you killed in prison I know the beat two minutes, but let me trip a minute I see you got a double cup, but what you sippin' in it? Louis bag got chicken in it Brown pint of Hi-Tech, I ain't sippin' liquor This bad redbone bitch want my pickle in her Yesterday, I fried a twelve hard, not a chicken dinner Why you braggin' on that AP and my kitchen bigger? You run around owin' niggas and I got Ricky with me Would you believe I made a mixtape in fifty minutes? Sprayed the crowd with ARP, we hit fifteen niggas They ain't die, but we still got our point across My OG richer than you rappers off of boy and soft Next time I go to Jersey, knockin' Toya off I done made so much pape', I'm above the law I knew that wasn't no real Activis, it ain't numb my jaw I got a plug on some shit you might not never find Yeah, I let you fuck my bitch, she was never mine I was finna pull up with the— nah, never mind C got a pint, he drunk a five, but eleven mine Freaky loose with the Glock, he did a Cheddar Bob All I do is count dog shit, I need a bank teller job Okay, you got your pint of red, but I ain't sellin' mine Took the whole pint to two G's, he hit it seven times I just found a four of Act', I feel better now I really made a couple M's and I can tell you how He thought he was finna get away, but we ran him down At first she had some clean pussy, I could smell it now Took a hundred pills to West Virginia, made eleven thousand Three mil' in equity, I can't sell my house Your daddy told, you grew up and told, you a better mouse Da Yung OG 'nem back in the city, bring your cheddar out BM beggin' me to hit her, I'ma sweat her out Thirty-five hundred for a sweater now On my real estate shit, I got eleven houses Don't really give a fuck about this crib, I done slept on couches Can't believe they killed my brother at that dope house Burned that bitch down, now ain't nobody sellin' dope out it Ask about me in my hood, I bet they know 'bout me The first time I drunk Act', had my nose snotty And why the fuck you tuck your chain? We don't wanna rob you And I could really tell you ain't go to Wafi I got a white boy from up North, he only want powder Left the halfway house in thirty minutes, I made four thousand