Young Chop - OG lyrics

Yeah, Alumni Batgang Egh! I tell you what's good b**h, 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** I been had yo chick, bagged yo b**h with no foreplay Hit her with a little bit of vocab' that player sh** 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 a number 2 in McDonald's With 3 chains on my neck Fo' realest n***a inside here Better respect me like Aretha n***a 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 here to go on my list Back when you didn't think a n***a exist Still had yo girlfriend on my dick I'm popping sh** on point with 2 blunts double jointed Bend back come show me something Go on, you owe me nothing You can tell I'm feeling myself And all this mothef**ing money don't help Mad at me cause your salary is lightweight like celery Tellin me why the f** you at me No n***a I ain't tryna had a v to that bullsh** that you CC R-I-P k**ed yo dreams Aw auto-bang sliding in and outa lanes Kush got me out of mind top flow like Brothers Bang b**h it's Tha Alumni Bat tat ain't no other gang OG in the f**ing blunt OG right before my name I know you see it Egh! I'm in this b**h with my hood on Smoking on that good strong Yo OG favorite rapper I tell you what's good b**h my whole team is I tell you what's good b**h my whole team is b**h it's Tha Alumni Bat tat ain't no other gang OG in the f**ing blunt OG right before my f**ing name