OG Love

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

I pray to the Lord my soul to keep, 'cause these bitch niggas after me

My Glock in my lap, but the Drac' in my seat

You can get smoked like some wrap of weed

When these niggas see me you know they gon' speak

And you know these niggas dapping me

But they be the same niggas that be dick ridin' on the internet bashing me

Dolce & Gabbana, I got me some drip

She say she want kids, put some on her lip

I'ma bend that bitch over, hit her from thе rear

Bitch, I beat up her guts whilе I bite on her ear

Man a nigga was broke had to find me a crib

And I'll get a nigga whacked and I won't shed a tear

Real ass gangsta, real ass thug

All the OG's show me love

Ay, real ass shooter, I never hesitate

I have a nigga askin' for the call to the heaven gates

Had too much fake around I had to separate

I sat at the table ain't had no food on the plate

Pray to the Lord, I hope I see better days

Still got some niggas that stuck up on section 8

Shots at the trap so I had to evacuate hey, hey, yeah

[Verse 2]

Rich ass nigga with a whole lotta stacks

Run off on me, you get shot in your back

And I keep me a gun, I never lack

And I'm fuckin' this bitch with no strings attached

And you know I'm a Crip, my nigga a slatt

I'll get a nigga whacked if he turn to a rat

And this shit is no cappin' I don't like hats

Bitch this life that I'm livin' I put it in raps

Pole never fold so I had the zip-zip

On the block with the gang, with the Glock on my hip

Crack him on coke, but I got me a sip

Got to whippin' in the kitchen I ain't even gonna slip

White bitch want a molly, but I got Perkies

Should I catch me a body? It ain't worth it

Gotta clean this .30, finna get dirty

Got away with murder one time, so I ain't worried

Reload on your block then I let off some shots

How you gon' run from me when I got a red dot?

On the block in the sun, bitch I think I'ma rot

Put this pole in his face and he gone with them shots

Bitch, you strafe when you aim, so I know you nervous

These niggas they bitches, they scared to serve it

This gun on my side, so I'm never worried

And bitch when I die put my face on the jersey

All these niggas plottin' on me

Just know that I keep the rocket on me

Never leave the house without this burner on me

That explains why my oppositions runnin' from me

I play the Drac' like a guitar

And my Glock got a dick like a pornstar

Real Jamaican, I hang with the rastas

And I keep me a choppa for robbers

Ay, picture me with this 23

Slidin' on your street, 'bout four deep

Spin the block one time, two times, three times like it was a repeat