Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coolest O.G., artist - Styles P. Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Song language: English
Coolest O.G. |
| None of this shit is new to me |
| Nothin' that you can do to me |
| Get real high like more often than usually (Usually) |
| I’m laid back but excitin' 'em |
| Got a bunch of rhymes, I don’t do no writin' though |
| Smoke, eat, smoke, sleep, smoke, fuck, smoke rhymes |
| Pretty much just how the cycle go |
| I’m five-eight, bigger than the titan though |
| Gun, weed or a mic, which one I’m lightin' though? |
| All three, all G, H-O-S-T |
| Nigga, you don’t test me |
| Unless you plannin' to fail 'cause you can ride then die with your hand on the |
| wheel, whoa |
| Yeah, yeah |
| 'Cause you already know |
| One of the realest shit I spoke |
| I ain’t gotta tell them 'cause they know me (I ain’t gotta) |
| Still movin' like the coolest OG around (Still movin' like the coolest OG, uh, |
| y’all already know me) |
| Lion in the jungle but my soul deep |
| Salute me when you see me like the OG in town |
| If it’s fire, then lit it up |
| My nigga was a coward, then I hit him up |
| Got good bars, I’ma BIG him up |
| But I don’t give a fuck about no rappers so, nigga, what? |
| I stay blowin' on the bomb weed |
| Left the city a minute to chill out by the palm trees |
| A psychic couldn’t tell you what my palm read |
| Unless she see me swimming' in a pool full of Don P |
| Candy paint, Monte Carlo, nigga fresh as laundry |
| Much cooler than the Fonzi |
| Come to see me then you better bring an army |
| And you still won’t alarm me |
| 'Cause you already know (You already) |
| One of the realest shit I spoke (Yeah, yeah) |
| I ain’t gotta tell them 'cause they know me (I ain’t gotta) |
| Still movin' like the coolest OG around (Whoa, whoa, around around around) |
| Lion in the jungle but my soul deep (soul deep) |
| Salute me when you see me like the OG in town (OG in town) |
| You actin' like a dick, you the pussy to push |
| You ain’t talk about shit unless it’s cookie and kush |
| I’m on the grind like the shit you break your weed up in |
| Fuck a truck, get the Sprinter, kick your feet up then |
| Hardest nigga, you don’t believe me? |
| We can meet up then |
| You slow down motherfucker, you should speed up |
| I’m the type of nigga you see when your re-up ends |
| Come correct when you see the connect |
| I plant words in your head |
| Why you think I got weed on my breath? |
| Phoenix on the track, got The Chronic and Blue Yak |
| And you could try to flip but I wouldn’t condone that |
| 'Cause your shit gettin' split when you hit with the chrome strap |
| Yeah, yeah |
| 'Cause you already know |
| One of the realest shit I spoke |
| I ain’t gotta tell 'em 'cause they know me (Woo, woo) |
| Still movin' like the coolest OG around |
| Lion in the jungle but my soul deep (Soul deep) |
| Salute me when you see me like the OG in town (OG) |
| I ain’t gotta |
| Around, around (Yeah, yeah) |
| So deep |
| The OG in town (OG in town) |