OGK The Gang
Yuh swear it's any beat f*ck up
Kid working like it's ten of me lucked up hell nah
It's all skill now the bucks up
On the road to the mills they like wassup oh my
They like ZaY too real all these cold vibes
Bunch of bold lines from the hoes that get drunk now it's more lying
And if you show signs end up in your spine nah for real
ZaY like that don't write that point me where the mic at
Like a activist off speech strike that
Wan' get geeked with the boy she gon' light that
No ifs or buts you can tell she that bitch by the strut
Nigga been in the gym Ruth Chris for the cuts
I'm him f*ck the I'm it's thus
Shawty move like Kim impossible touch
New shit with the rims I want lust plus thrust
Tell them guys never them it's us
OGK be the gang roll deep like a bus on God
What a nigga gotta do for that?
Tryna do what I do once I'm cool send her back
And it's ZaY2x that mean 2 is the max
They gon' make me don be the truth with the plaques
Ima get the most 2x cross the globe hoes saying dos
I want breesh with the blue lines so I could boast
But it's me I ain't even gotta try let me host
Going up so the green light get from her folks
All my life all my life felt like I was missing some
And it's hits all night hits all night swear to God I don't miss with none
How he do it? I just do it no Nike
Lil advice for the niggas that wan' fight me
Gen'd up and I promise can't fight these
How to describe to these put a f*ck nigga in his place yeah the high seat
She wan' put ZaY to the face then drink like Hi-C
Badder the hoe that mean more pricey
Your shit don't go they mad can't buy heat
Gotta give the guide sheet
They wan' flow like the kid
They wan' flow flowsane but can't
My shit insane they shit mid
They want a bitch but ZaY want bank
Got no friends bih just my gang
Say she f*ck with the raps but sing more for me
ZaY not flowsane but the bitch ask for both of me
Okay you gon' get that
Two different people you gon' get that
Our banks equal shit we could split that
I want my wife come round with a big bag
I want my wife slowed down on the Big Macs
F*ck with the kid back then now it's mix match
They try to be different hate send that
I got' commend that
For the hoes acting like they a ten but they ass where the win at
And you know how the men act
Gas a hoe look like Terry Crews just so they could bend that
Twerk vids on Snapchat won't shit
All these hits too big can't bat my shit
Unknown out the city regular bitty f*cked round they done rat trapped that bitch
She gon' give the kitty cus ZaY litty
Couple broke hoes tried to bag my kicks
Because they know swear it's any beat f*cked up
Kid working like it's ten of me lucked up hell nah
All skill now the bucks up
On the road to the mills they like wassup oh my
They like ZaY too real all these cold vibes
From the hoes that's drunk now it's more lying
ZaY2x - Buck'd Up Lyrics
ZaY2x - Buck'd Up Lyrics
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OGK The Gang
Yuh swear it's any beat f*ck up
Kid working like it's ten of me lucked up hell nah
It's all skill now the bucks up
On the road to the mills they like wassup oh my
They like ZaY too real all these cold vibes
Bunch of bold lines from the hoes that get drunk now it's more lying
And if you show signs end up in your spine nah for real
ZaY like that don't write that point me where the mic at
Like a activist off speech strike that
Wan' get geeked with the boy she gon' light that
No ifs or buts you can tell she that bitch by the strut
Nigga been in the gym Ruth Chris for the cuts
I'm him f*ck the I'm it's thus
Shawty move like Kim impossible touch
New shit with the rims I want lust plus thrust
Tell them guys never them it's us
OGK be the gang roll deep like a bus on God
What a nigga gotta do for that?
Tryna do what I do once I'm cool send her back
And it's ZaY2x that mean 2 is the max
They gon' make me don be the truth with the plaques
Ima get the most 2x cross the globe hoes saying dos
I want breesh with the blue lines so I could boast
But it's me I ain't even gotta try let me host
Going up so the green light get from her folks
All my life all my life felt like I was missing some
And it's hits all night hits all night swear to God I don't miss with none
How he do it? I just do it no Nike
Lil advice for the niggas that wan' fight me
Gen'd up and I promise can't fight these
How to describe to these put a f*ck nigga in his place yeah the high seat
She wan' put ZaY to the face then drink like Hi-C
Badder the hoe that mean more pricey
Your shit don't go they mad can't buy heat
Gotta give the guide sheet
They wan' flow like the kid
They wan' flow flowsane but can't
My shit insane they shit mid
They want a bitch but ZaY want bank
Got no friends bih just my gang
Say she f*ck with the raps but sing more for me
ZaY not flowsane but the bitch ask for both of me
Okay you gon' get that
Two different people you gon' get that
Our banks equal shit we could split that
I want my wife come round with a big bag
I want my wife slowed down on the Big Macs
F*ck with the kid back then now it's mix match
They try to be different hate send that
I got' commend that
For the hoes acting like they a ten but they ass where the win at
And you know how the men act
Gas a hoe look like Terry Crews just so they could bend that
Twerk vids on Snapchat won't shit
All these hits too big can't bat my shit
Unknown out the city regular bitty f*cked round they done rat trapped that bitch
She gon' give the kitty cus ZaY litty
Couple broke hoes tried to bag my kicks
Because they know swear it's any beat f*cked up
Kid working like it's ten of me lucked up hell nah
All skill now the bucks up
On the road to the mills they like wassup oh my
They like ZaY too real all these cold vibes
From the hoes that's drunk now it's more lying
Yuh swear it's any beat f*ck up
Kid working like it's ten of me lucked up hell nah
It's all skill now the bucks up
On the road to the mills they like wassup oh my
They like ZaY too real all these cold vibes
Bunch of bold lines from the hoes that get drunk now it's more lying
And if you show signs end up in your spine nah for real
ZaY like that don't write that point me where the mic at
Like a activist off speech strike that
Wan' get geeked with the boy she gon' light that
No ifs or buts you can tell she that bitch by the strut
Nigga been in the gym Ruth Chris for the cuts
I'm him f*ck the I'm it's thus
Shawty move like Kim impossible touch
New shit with the rims I want lust plus thrust
Tell them guys never them it's us
OGK be the gang roll deep like a bus on God
What a nigga gotta do for that?
Tryna do what I do once I'm cool send her back
And it's ZaY2x that mean 2 is the max
They gon' make me don be the truth with the plaques
Ima get the most 2x cross the globe hoes saying dos
I want breesh with the blue lines so I could boast
But it's me I ain't even gotta try let me host
Going up so the green light get from her folks
All my life all my life felt like I was missing some
And it's hits all night hits all night swear to God I don't miss with none
How he do it? I just do it no Nike
Lil advice for the niggas that wan' fight me
Gen'd up and I promise can't fight these
How to describe to these put a f*ck nigga in his place yeah the high seat
She wan' put ZaY to the face then drink like Hi-C
Badder the hoe that mean more pricey
Your shit don't go they mad can't buy heat
Gotta give the guide sheet
They wan' flow like the kid
They wan' flow flowsane but can't
My shit insane they shit mid
They want a bitch but ZaY want bank
Got no friends bih just my gang
Say she f*ck with the raps but sing more for me
ZaY not flowsane but the bitch ask for both of me
Okay you gon' get that
Two different people you gon' get that
Our banks equal shit we could split that
I want my wife come round with a big bag
I want my wife slowed down on the Big Macs
F*ck with the kid back then now it's mix match
They try to be different hate send that
I got' commend that
For the hoes acting like they a ten but they ass where the win at
And you know how the men act
Gas a hoe look like Terry Crews just so they could bend that
Twerk vids on Snapchat won't shit
All these hits too big can't bat my shit
Unknown out the city regular bitty f*cked round they done rat trapped that bitch
She gon' give the kitty cus ZaY litty
Couple broke hoes tried to bag my kicks
Because they know swear it's any beat f*cked up
Kid working like it's ten of me lucked up hell nah
All skill now the bucks up
On the road to the mills they like wassup oh my
They like ZaY too real all these cold vibes
From the hoes that's drunk now it's more lying
Writer: Isaiah Booker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid