OG

Yeah, Alumni Batgang Egh! I tell you what's good bitch, 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 shit I been had yo chick, bagged yo' bitch with no foreplay Hit her with a little bit of vocab' that player shit is my forte Westside connected like O'Shea Throwing up that a-okay, batgang All the way out the hood but I can't change Number one on my list Eating a number two in McDonald's With three chains on my neck Fo' realest nigga inside here Better respect me like Aretha Nigga 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 nigga exist Still had yo' girlfriend on my dick I'm popping shit on point with two 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 mothefucking money don't help Mad at me 'cause your salary is lightweight like celery Tellin me why the fuck you at me No nigga I ain't tryna had a V to that bullshit that you CC R-I-P killed yo dreams, aw, auto-bang sliding in and outa lanes Kush got me out of mind top flow like Brothers Bang Bitch, it's Tha Alumni, bat-tat ain't no other gang OG in the fucking blunt, OG right before my name I know you see it, egh! I'm in this bitch with my hood on Smoking on that good strong, yo OG favorite rapper I tell you what's good bitch my whole team is I tell you what's good bitch my whole team is Bitch, it's Tha Alumni, bat-tat ain't no other gang OG in the fucking blunt, OG right before my name