I'm alright no reason try to take my life
I must be doing something right
I see you here on your knees
See why you begging to me
No you ain't shit wit out me
I took flight I'm going somewhere out of sight
Let's get faded and load the pipe
You say you want smoke wit me
But you sucker I see
So don't be bluffing to me
Pulled up inna drop wit the weight though
If a nigga want smoke can't play hoe
Lou Kane kicking niggas out the way though
Simon says say do what I say so
Inna jungle mfs keep Dracos
Stay down til' I run up them pesos
Ain't worried what a nigga gotta say soo
Live my life to the fullest every day moe
Rocking out jumping all out the window
Young nigga tryna pull up inna benzo
Squeeze the block like my name was Lorenzo
Did this shit no pad no pencil
Complexed but you act real simple
No way you could be my kinfolk
You make me lose my mental
Stop it you bitches hooked on Phoenix
You keep on swagger jocking
Made your hoe hold my pocket
Take off like Otto rocket
Squid boy you can not stop
It's Og chilling inna gauntlet
Got me feeling real heartless
See imma rock out inna party
Got me drunk no Bacardi
I'm tryna' hop up inna rari
Or a wraith with the stars see
Got me leaning Astro walking
Catch me right where the stars be
See me wildin' inna party, and
I ain't saying sorry going up (WOOO)
Got me wavy gnarly
Shorty is my trophy not sorry
Hold her up Vince Lombardi
When I step up in the club
I bet the bouncer won't card me
Its OG Baby Baby I'm the life of the party
You run your mouf' please, and
Watch your lips cus' my niggas tote sticks
Let's take a trip out the 6
Got your bitch clocking this dick sports analyst
4th quarter can't miss
Look like bron bron inna 6
Moving Swift cus' we been used to this
It's a PSA I bet Barack Approve of this, but
I'm okay just can't deal wit this losing shit
A S.L.I.M you said this is the movement bitch
I'm alright no reason try to take my life
I must be doing something right
I see you here on your knees
See why you begging to me
No you ain't shit wit out me
I took flight I'm going somewhere out of sight
Let's get faded and load the pipe
You say you want smoke wit me, but
You a sucker I see so don't be bluffing to me
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English
I'm alright no reason try to take my life
I must be doing something right
I see you here on your knees
See why you begging to me
No you ain't shit wit out me
I took flight I'm going somewhere out of sight
Let's get faded and load the pipe
You say you want smoke wit me
But you sucker I see
So don't be bluffing to me
Pulled up inna drop wit the weight though
If a nigga want smoke can't play hoe
Lou Kane kicking niggas out the way though
Simon says say do what I say so
Inna jungle mfs keep Dracos
Stay down til' I run up them pesos
Ain't worried what a nigga gotta say soo
Live my life to the fullest every day moe
Rocking out jumping all out the window
Young nigga tryna pull up inna benzo
Squeeze the block like my name was Lorenzo
Did this shit no pad no pencil
Complexed but you act real simple
No way you could be my kinfolk
You make me lose my mental
Stop it you bitches hooked on Phoenix
You keep on swagger jocking
Made your hoe hold my pocket
Take off like Otto rocket
Squid boy you can not stop
It's Og chilling inna gauntlet
Got me feeling real heartless
See imma rock out inna party
Got me drunk no Bacardi
I'm tryna' hop up inna rari
Or a wraith with the stars see
Got me leaning Astro walking
Catch me right where the stars be
See me wildin' inna party, and
I ain't saying sorry going up (WOOO)
Got me wavy gnarly
Shorty is my trophy not sorry
Hold her up Vince Lombardi
When I step up in the club
I bet the bouncer won't card me
Its OG Baby Baby I'm the life of the party
You run your mouf' please, and
Watch your lips cus' my niggas tote sticks
Let's take a trip out the 6
Got your bitch clocking this dick sports analyst
4th quarter can't miss
Look like bron bron inna 6
Moving Swift cus' we been used to this
It's a PSA I bet Barack Approve of this, but
I'm okay just can't deal wit this losing shit
A S.L.I.M you said this is the movement bitch
I'm alright no reason try to take my life
I must be doing something right
I see you here on your knees
See why you begging to me
No you ain't shit wit out me
I took flight I'm going somewhere out of sight
Let's get faded and load the pipe
You say you want smoke wit me, but
You a sucker I see so don't be bluffing to me
I must be doing something right
I see you here on your knees
See why you begging to me
No you ain't shit wit out me
I took flight I'm going somewhere out of sight
Let's get faded and load the pipe
You say you want smoke wit me
But you sucker I see
So don't be bluffing to me
Pulled up inna drop wit the weight though
If a nigga want smoke can't play hoe
Lou Kane kicking niggas out the way though
Simon says say do what I say so
Inna jungle mfs keep Dracos
Stay down til' I run up them pesos
Ain't worried what a nigga gotta say soo
Live my life to the fullest every day moe
Rocking out jumping all out the window
Young nigga tryna pull up inna benzo
Squeeze the block like my name was Lorenzo
Did this shit no pad no pencil
Complexed but you act real simple
No way you could be my kinfolk
You make me lose my mental
Stop it you bitches hooked on Phoenix
You keep on swagger jocking
Made your hoe hold my pocket
Take off like Otto rocket
Squid boy you can not stop
It's Og chilling inna gauntlet
Got me feeling real heartless
See imma rock out inna party
Got me drunk no Bacardi
I'm tryna' hop up inna rari
Or a wraith with the stars see
Got me leaning Astro walking
Catch me right where the stars be
See me wildin' inna party, and
I ain't saying sorry going up (WOOO)
Got me wavy gnarly
Shorty is my trophy not sorry
Hold her up Vince Lombardi
When I step up in the club
I bet the bouncer won't card me
Its OG Baby Baby I'm the life of the party
You run your mouf' please, and
Watch your lips cus' my niggas tote sticks
Let's take a trip out the 6
Got your bitch clocking this dick sports analyst
4th quarter can't miss
Look like bron bron inna 6
Moving Swift cus' we been used to this
It's a PSA I bet Barack Approve of this, but
I'm okay just can't deal wit this losing shit
A S.L.I.M you said this is the movement bitch
I'm alright no reason try to take my life
I must be doing something right
I see you here on your knees
See why you begging to me
No you ain't shit wit out me
I took flight I'm going somewhere out of sight
Let's get faded and load the pipe
You say you want smoke wit me, but
You a sucker I see so don't be bluffing to me
Writer: Tyler Jefferson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid