Lyrics OG - Kid Ink

OG

I 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 bad yo b*tch with no foreplay
Hit her with a little bit of vocab' that player sh*t is my forte
Westside connected like O’Shea
Throwing up that A-OK, Batgang
All the way out the hood but I can’t change
Number one on my list
Eating that number 2 in McDonald’s
With 3 chains on my neck
Fo' realest n*gga inside here
Better respect me like Aretha
N*gga this watch ain’t no Geneva.
It’s Moet, Patron by the liter at magic city like Eureka
I bet yo man can’t do it like this
So many women to do on my list
Back when you didn’t think a n*gga exist
Still had yo girlfriend on my dick
I’m popping sh*t on point with 2 blunts double jointed
Been back come show me something
Go on, you owe me nothing
You can tell I’m feeling myself
And all this mothef*cking money don’t help
Mad at me cause your salary is lightweight like celery
Tellin' me why the f*ck you at me
No n*gga I ain’t tryna had a v to that bullsh*t that you CC
R-I-P killed yo dreams
Aw auto-bang sliding in and outta lanes
Kush got me out of mind top flow like Brothers Bang
B*tch it’s Tha Alumni
Bat tat ain’t no other gang
OG in the f*cking blunt
OG right before my name
I know you see it, egh!
I’m in this b*tch with my hood on
Smoking on that good strong
Yo OG favorite rapper
I tell you what’s good b*tch my whole team is
I tell you what’s good b*tch my whole team is
B*tch it’s Tha Alumni
Bat tat ain’t no other gang
OG in the f*cking blunt
OG right before my f*cking name