og lyrics – kid ink

og

i’ll tell you what’s good b*tch
my whole team is
if i got a whole lot
i break it into pieces
let’s all roll up og
just makes me feel more g
somewhere over the ocean
and you still over there on that old sh*t
i been had yo chick bagged
yo b*tch with no foreplay
hit her with a little bit of vocab
that player sh*t is my forte
west side, connect it like oh sh*t [?]
throwin up that ok
bat gang all the way out the hood but i can’t change
number on on my list, eatin a number two at mcdonald’s with
three chains on my neck, four
realest n*gg* inside here
betta respect me like a reefa
n*gg* this watch ain’t no geneva
its smoke and patron bottle liter,
at magic city like eureka
i bet your man can’t do it like this
so many women headed on my list
back when you didn’t think a n*gg* exist
still had your girlfriend on my d*ck
i’m poppin sh*t on point with
two blunts, double jointed, bend back and show me somethin
go once you don’t owe me nothin.
you can tell i’m feelin myself
and all this motherf*ckin money don’t help
mad at me cuz your salary is lightweight like celery
tell me why the f*ck is you at me
naw n*gg* i ain’t tryna add a v
to that bullsh*t that you cc, rip kill your dreams
auto bangs slidin in and outta lanes
kush got me outta minda
top flow like brotha mayne,
b*tch its tha alumni,
bat tat ain’t no otha gang
og in the f*ckin blunt
og right before my name
i’ll tell you what’s good b*tch
my whole team
i’ll tell you what’s good b*tch
my whole team is
b*tch its that alumni
bat tat ain’t no otha gang
og in the f*ckin blunt
og right before my name

/ kid ink lyrics