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