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See me ride in stolen, now I pull up proper
I forgot my 40 but I got my chopper
Slide with my whoadies steady duckin' coppers
Shit imported, whippin' foreign, stackin' dollars
I done turned all of my problems into guala
I done turned my ramen noodles into lobster
I done called up every shooter on the roster
Tell them they don't gotta juug no more, I got 'em

Who am I?
OG, OG from the 3-0
Jack your rollie, f*ck your shorty, nigga there he go
I still got the dope stuntin' so I got the golds
I forgot my show but f*ck it, I still got my dough
I forgot my fo' but bet you I still got my pole
I got flows, I got more hoes who forgot they clothes
I'm just a trapper turned rapper like I'm OG Patta
Leaning back'a in the Cadillac I'm moving slow, 3-0

See me ride in stolen, now I pull up proper
I forgot my 40 but I got my chopper
Slide with my whoadies steady duckin' coppers
Shit imported, whippin' foreign, stackin' dollars
I done turned all of my problems into guala
I done turned my ramen noodles into lobster
I done called up every shooter on the roster
Tell them they don't gotta juug no more, I got 'em

Ride in stolen, now I pull up proper
'Got my 40 but I got my chopper
With my whoadies steady duckin' coppers
Imported, whippin' foreign, stackin' dollars
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See me ride in stolen, now I pull up proper
I forgot my 40 but I got my chopper
Slide with my whoadies steady duckin' coppers
Shit imported, whippin' foreign, stackin' dollars
I done turned all of my problems into guala
I done turned my ramen noodles into lobster
I done called up every shooter on the roster
Tell them they don't gotta juug no more, I got 'em

Who am I?
OG, OG from the 3-0
Jack your rollie, f*ck your shorty, nigga there he go
I still got the dope stuntin' so I got the golds
I forgot my show but f*ck it, I still got my dough
I forgot my fo' but bet you I still got my pole
I got flows, I got more hoes who forgot they clothes
I'm just a trapper turned rapper like I'm OG Patta
Leaning back'a in the Cadillac I'm moving slow, 3-0

See me ride in stolen, now I pull up proper
I forgot my 40 but I got my chopper
Slide with my whoadies steady duckin' coppers
Shit imported, whippin' foreign, stackin' dollars
I done turned all of my problems into guala
I done turned my ramen noodles into lobster
I done called up every shooter on the roster
Tell them they don't gotta juug no more, I got 'em

Ride in stolen, now I pull up proper
'Got my 40 but I got my chopper
With my whoadies steady duckin' coppers
Imported, whippin' foreign, stackin' dollars
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Writer: Andrew Preisig, Miles Linzy-Young
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