Cali

[Intro: YG]

Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)

I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)

I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)

I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)

I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

I got OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali

Nigga OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali nigga

OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali

And I am not a rapper

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Sun Valley to Cali, went from huaraches to Bally

Pop your pussy for papi, she put a break in the bust

Gave her three bricks of the heron and told her act like you're pregnant

I eat roxys for breakfast

Plug in Cali not Texas

I've got a girl that could tote it

Airport it, she float it

It's way less risk than the postal

She fake it, act like she blowed it

Got a connect on the open

More power than Oprah

I got 500 OG's in the game, task force don't even know it

Man I'm a wiz with the dope

I'm plug with the smoke

I'm tryna' lock down the city then I'mma lock down the coast

And I'm El Chapo with the choppas

Knock the meat out your taco

And I'm in Scooter durango

I got 20 rectangle

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)

I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)

I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)

I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)

I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

I got OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali

Nigga OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali nigga

OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali

And I am not a rapper

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]

Money, walking in my Bally, smoking on a pound of Cali

OG kush that's all I smoke

That blue dream bullshit you can have it

Ran off on my plug from Cali

He was doing too much camping

[?] had to work my magic

Put 448 in every wrapper

Nigga that's what a pound weigh

Swag, bells and bricks of yay

10 inch blunts, we roll em up the long way

Yea, I'm smoking on that California

I got some gutter bitches, most of my bitches foreign

Yea, I wake up count my money every morning

Got a house full of gass but ain't no stoves homie

We got cheap cheap prices, jug house rolling

Racks stacked to the ceiling, banks came for it

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)

I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)

I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)

I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)

I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

I got OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali

Nigga OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali nigga

OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali

And I am not a rapper