Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Personal OG, artist - Freddie Gibbs.
Date of issue: 02.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Personal OG |
Smokin' fire, pourin' up |
Hennessey and Red Bull in my cup |
OG kush wrapped up in the wood |
And I still smoke good in a '83 Cut |
Still smoke kill in an old Deville |
I keep the leather on my back, wood on the wheel |
If a nigga don’t blow smoke on chrome |
Then I really don’t feel how I’m supposed to feel |
Because I feel like blowin' blunts back to back |
With no shame, keep a pack and a sack to wrap |
At 13, I was taking Swisher Sweets to the dome |
With my nigga lil rone you can ask him that |
My homeboy, Ganell, roll thin-ass blunts |
So we can smoke at least 20 every day of the month |
And keep at least 5 pounds of the hay in the trunk |
And when he came from the Chi we was weighin' it up like |
Uh |
I got 16 zones of death and you can hit it at your own risk |
When I travel I ain’t lookin' for the local weed man |
I be gone on the zone on my own shit |
Got a stick or a seed in ya muhfuckin' weed |
Then I guarantee you blowin' on the wrong shit |
And they wonder how the kid stay blowed, eyes halfway closed |
You ain’t on what I’m on bitch |
I’m lifted |
Me and my girl just blew six blunts up in a blue 650 |
Charleston blue kush and blue Ken Griffey |
She love the thug shit so boo get wit' me |
'cause I’m young and I’m wild, but I’m focused |
But my 'dro and my flows be the dopest |
And I’m a motherfuckin' marijuana addict |
So I had to do a song for the smokers |
Takin' it slow, let it out slow |
OG kush to purple 'dro, you know I keep them |
Hoes to the Os, plenty gets sold |
But this right here is personal, and you know we be |
Takin' it slow, let it out slow |
OG kush to purple 'dro—you know I keep them |
Hoes to the Os, plenty gets sold |
But this right here is personal, and you know we be— |
Smokin' fire, fuckin' up |
Spilt all the Hendog in my cup |
Couldn’t wake up for a job interview this morning |
The OG had me stuck |
Last night I blew a whole zip with the crew |
We was rollin' with hoes lapped up in the truck |
Keep a gold pack of the Trojans |
I let a nigga rap to a bitch while I’m wrappin' it up |
My thang off in yo main dame |
I come straight through and get straight brain |
She blow straight kill and make straight change |
To make sure my pockets stay straight man |
Cuz this pimp shit is in my veins, it’s in my blood |
I was born with it and I’mma die smokin' this fire bud |
In my old school with my chrome spinnin' like |
Uh |
And my niggas in the bay got the kush for the 27 hundo |
I’mma get 'em and sell 'em for 55, you get it for 48 |
If you wanna get more than one though |
Go to Cali and I ship it to the G |
Ship it to the Chi, ship it to the D |
Ship it to my nigga in the A-town |
Plus that nigga breakdown |
Triple what I paid for the P that |
Master kush purple 'dro |
Keep my whip swervin' slow |
«Hey, Fred—can I hit the kill?» |
Hell, nah |
Put on a sack, this personal |
'cause I’m young and I’m wild, but I’m focused |
But my 'dro and my flows be the dopest |
And I’m a motherfuckin' marijuana addict |
So I had to do a song for the smokers |
Takin' it slow, let it out slow |
OG kush to purple 'dro, you know I keep them |
Hoes to the Os, plenty gets sold |
But this right here is personal, and you know we be |
Takin' it slow, let it out slow |
OG kush to purple 'dro—you know I keep them |
Hoes to the Os, plenty gets sold |
But this right here is personal, and you know we be |
Takin' it slow, let it out slow |
OG kush to purple 'dro, you know I keep them |
Hoes to the Os, plenty gets sold |
But this right here is personal, and you know we be |
Takin' it slow, let it out slow |
OG kush to purple 'dro—you know I keep them |
Hoes to the Os, plenty gets sold |
But this right here is personal, and you know we be |
Takin' it slow, let it out slow |
OG kush to purple 'dro, you know I keep them |
Hoes to the Os, plenty gets sold |
But this right here is personal, and you know we be |
Takin' it slow, let it out slow |
OG kush to purple 'dro—you know I keep them |
Hoes to the Os, plenty gets sold |
But this right here is personal, and you know we be— |