Yung OGee
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๐ ID: 21888466
๐ Lyrics
Yeah, ghetto boy shit, nigga
Know what the fuck going on
Money is not everything
Free the whole ghetto
I'm back in my move now, you know what I'm sayin'?
Get to this shit
Put you all on fire
Ayy, it's the Young OG, I just po'ed a three
Nigga, fuck a za bag, I just sold a tree
A still a pass, my man a ball, I got a open three
C got a six-act, I told 'em hold a three
Two hundred on the real piece so they can know it's me
Twenty million all cash, I got a gold to reach
This shit feel different when you independent
I could wake up in the morning and go spend a million
Broke, got a crock pot tryna spend a chicken
Run up on some fan shit and get killed in Lennon
Stamped in my hood, I don't even need my windows tinted
Beat his head with the Glock 'til the pistol bendin'
You a little nigga
I could put out ten G's and get you killed in prison
I know the beat two minutes, but let me trip a minute
I see you got a double cup, but what you sippin' in it?
Louis bag got chicken in it
Brown pint of high-tech, I ain't sippin' liquor
This bad redbone bitch want my pickle in her
Yesterday, I fried a twelve-hour, not a chicken dinner
Why you braggin' on that AP in my kitchen bigger?
You runnin' around owin' niggas and I got Ricky with me
Would you believe I made a mixtape in fifty minutes?
Sprayed the crowd, A-R-P, we hit fifteen niggas
They ain't die, but we still got our point across
I OG richer than you rappers off of Boy and Soft
Next time I go to Jersey knockin' Toy off
I done made so much paper, I'm above the law
I knew that when I'm real active, it's that ain't nothin' my jaw
I got a plug on some shit you might not never find
Yeah, I let you fuck my bitch, she was never mine
I was finna pull up with the, nah, never mind
See, got a pint, he drunk a five, but he lovin' mine
Freaky loose with the Glock, he did a cheddar bite
All I do is count dogs, shit, I need a bank teller job
Okay, you got your pint of red, but I ain't sellin' mine
Took the whole pint to two G's, he hit it seven times
I just found a full act, I feel better now
I really made a couple M's and I can tell you how
He thought he was finna get away, but we ran him down
At first, she had some clean pussy, I can smell it now
Took a hunnid pills to West Virginia, made eleven thousand
Three mil' in equity, I can't sell my house
Your daddy told you grew up in Tolles, you a better mom
Da Yung OG now back in the city, bring your cheddar out
Bill beggin' me to hit her, I'ma sweat her out
Thirty-five hunnid for a sweater now
On my real estate shit, I got eleven houses
Don't really give a fuck about this crib, I done slept on couches
Can't believe they killed my brother at that dope house
Burned that bitch down, now ain't nobody sellin' dope out it
Asked about me in my hood, I bet they know 'bout me
The first time I drunk act, you had my nose snotty
Now why the fuck you tuck your chain? We don't wanna rob you
And I can really tell you ain't go to WIFEY
I got a white boy from up north, he only want powder
Left the halfway house in thirty minutes, I made four thousand
Know what the fuck going on
Money is not everything
Free the whole ghetto
I'm back in my move now, you know what I'm sayin'?
Get to this shit
Put you all on fire
Ayy, it's the Young OG, I just po'ed a three
Nigga, fuck a za bag, I just sold a tree
A still a pass, my man a ball, I got a open three
C got a six-act, I told 'em hold a three
Two hundred on the real piece so they can know it's me
Twenty million all cash, I got a gold to reach
This shit feel different when you independent
I could wake up in the morning and go spend a million
Broke, got a crock pot tryna spend a chicken
Run up on some fan shit and get killed in Lennon
Stamped in my hood, I don't even need my windows tinted
Beat his head with the Glock 'til the pistol bendin'
You a little nigga
I could put out ten G's and get you killed in prison
I know the beat two minutes, but let me trip a minute
I see you got a double cup, but what you sippin' in it?
Louis bag got chicken in it
Brown pint of high-tech, I ain't sippin' liquor
This bad redbone bitch want my pickle in her
Yesterday, I fried a twelve-hour, not a chicken dinner
Why you braggin' on that AP in my kitchen bigger?
You runnin' around owin' niggas and I got Ricky with me
Would you believe I made a mixtape in fifty minutes?
Sprayed the crowd, A-R-P, we hit fifteen niggas
They ain't die, but we still got our point across
I OG richer than you rappers off of Boy and Soft
Next time I go to Jersey knockin' Toy off
I done made so much paper, I'm above the law
I knew that when I'm real active, it's that ain't nothin' my jaw
I got a plug on some shit you might not never find
Yeah, I let you fuck my bitch, she was never mine
I was finna pull up with the, nah, never mind
See, got a pint, he drunk a five, but he lovin' mine
Freaky loose with the Glock, he did a cheddar bite
All I do is count dogs, shit, I need a bank teller job
Okay, you got your pint of red, but I ain't sellin' mine
Took the whole pint to two G's, he hit it seven times
I just found a full act, I feel better now
I really made a couple M's and I can tell you how
He thought he was finna get away, but we ran him down
At first, she had some clean pussy, I can smell it now
Took a hunnid pills to West Virginia, made eleven thousand
Three mil' in equity, I can't sell my house
Your daddy told you grew up in Tolles, you a better mom
Da Yung OG now back in the city, bring your cheddar out
Bill beggin' me to hit her, I'ma sweat her out
Thirty-five hunnid for a sweater now
On my real estate shit, I got eleven houses
Don't really give a fuck about this crib, I done slept on couches
Can't believe they killed my brother at that dope house
Burned that bitch down, now ain't nobody sellin' dope out it
Asked about me in my hood, I bet they know 'bout me
The first time I drunk act, you had my nose snotty
Now why the fuck you tuck your chain? We don't wanna rob you
And I can really tell you ain't go to WIFEY
I got a white boy from up north, he only want powder
Left the halfway house in thirty minutes, I made four thousand
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.56] Yeah, ghetto boy shit, nigga
[00:02.89] Know what the fuck going on
[00:05.67] Money is not everything
[00:06.59] Free the whole ghetto
[00:11.44] I'm back in my move now, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:13.50] Get to this shit
[00:17.11] Put you all on fire
[00:19.99] Ayy, it's the Young OG, I just po'ed a three
[00:23.01] Nigga, fuck a za bag, I just sold a tree
[00:25.42] A still a pass, my man a ball, I got a open three
[00:28.00] C got a six-act, I told 'em hold a three
[00:30.43] Two hundred on the real piece so they can know it's me
[00:33.16] Twenty million all cash, I got a gold to reach
[00:35.80] This shit feel different when you independent
[00:38.22] I could wake up in the morning and go spend a million
[00:40.72] Broke, got a crock pot tryna spend a chicken
[00:43.25] Run up on some fan shit and get killed in Lennon
[00:45.42] Stamped in my hood, I don't even need my windows tinted
[00:48.26] Beat his head with the Glock 'til the pistol bendin'
[00:50.80] You a little nigga
[00:52.19] I could put out ten G's and get you killed in prison
[00:54.55] I know the beat two minutes, but let me trip a minute
[00:57.08] I see you got a double cup, but what you sippin' in it?
[00:59.39] Louis bag got chicken in it
[01:00.95] Brown pint of high-tech, I ain't sippin' liquor
[01:03.04] This bad redbone bitch want my pickle in her
[01:05.64] Yesterday, I fried a twelve-hour, not a chicken dinner
[01:08.45] Why you braggin' on that AP in my kitchen bigger?
[01:10.94] You runnin' around owin' niggas and I got Ricky with me
[01:13.28] Would you believe I made a mixtape in fifty minutes?
[01:15.95] Sprayed the crowd, A-R-P, we hit fifteen niggas
[01:18.51] They ain't die, but we still got our point across
[01:20.88] I OG richer than you rappers off of Boy and Soft
[01:23.62] Next time I go to Jersey knockin' Toy off
[01:25.82] I done made so much paper, I'm above the law
[01:28.44] I knew that when I'm real active, it's that ain't nothin' my jaw
[01:31.16] I got a plug on some shit you might not never find
[01:33.77] Yeah, I let you fuck my bitch, she was never mine
[01:35.89] I was finna pull up with the, nah, never mind
[01:38.48] See, got a pint, he drunk a five, but he lovin' mine
[01:41.32] Freaky loose with the Glock, he did a cheddar bite
[01:43.32] All I do is count dogs, shit, I need a bank teller job
[01:46.38] Okay, you got your pint of red, but I ain't sellin' mine
[01:48.68] Took the whole pint to two G's, he hit it seven times
[01:51.40] I just found a full act, I feel better now
[01:53.80] I really made a couple M's and I can tell you how
[01:56.16] He thought he was finna get away, but we ran him down
[01:58.93] At first, she had some clean pussy, I can smell it now
[02:01.26] Took a hunnid pills to West Virginia, made eleven thousand
[02:04.12] Three mil' in equity, I can't sell my house
[02:05.95] Your daddy told you grew up in Tolles, you a better mom
[02:08.65] Da Yung OG now back in the city, bring your cheddar out
[02:11.68] Bill beggin' me to hit her, I'ma sweat her out
[02:14.47] Thirty-five hunnid for a sweater now
[02:16.76] On my real estate shit, I got eleven houses
[02:18.77] Don't really give a fuck about this crib, I done slept on couches
[02:21.66] Can't believe they killed my brother at that dope house
[02:23.92] Burned that bitch down, now ain't nobody sellin' dope out it
[02:26.81] Asked about me in my hood, I bet they know 'bout me
[02:29.16] The first time I drunk act, you had my nose snotty
[02:31.65] Now why the fuck you tuck your chain? We don't wanna rob you
[02:34.58] And I can really tell you ain't go to WIFEY
[02:36.75] I got a white boy from up north, he only want powder
[02:39.20] Left the halfway house in thirty minutes, I made four thousand
[02:41.62]
[00:02.89] Know what the fuck going on
[00:05.67] Money is not everything
[00:06.59] Free the whole ghetto
[00:11.44] I'm back in my move now, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:13.50] Get to this shit
[00:17.11] Put you all on fire
[00:19.99] Ayy, it's the Young OG, I just po'ed a three
[00:23.01] Nigga, fuck a za bag, I just sold a tree
[00:25.42] A still a pass, my man a ball, I got a open three
[00:28.00] C got a six-act, I told 'em hold a three
[00:30.43] Two hundred on the real piece so they can know it's me
[00:33.16] Twenty million all cash, I got a gold to reach
[00:35.80] This shit feel different when you independent
[00:38.22] I could wake up in the morning and go spend a million
[00:40.72] Broke, got a crock pot tryna spend a chicken
[00:43.25] Run up on some fan shit and get killed in Lennon
[00:45.42] Stamped in my hood, I don't even need my windows tinted
[00:48.26] Beat his head with the Glock 'til the pistol bendin'
[00:50.80] You a little nigga
[00:52.19] I could put out ten G's and get you killed in prison
[00:54.55] I know the beat two minutes, but let me trip a minute
[00:57.08] I see you got a double cup, but what you sippin' in it?
[00:59.39] Louis bag got chicken in it
[01:00.95] Brown pint of high-tech, I ain't sippin' liquor
[01:03.04] This bad redbone bitch want my pickle in her
[01:05.64] Yesterday, I fried a twelve-hour, not a chicken dinner
[01:08.45] Why you braggin' on that AP in my kitchen bigger?
[01:10.94] You runnin' around owin' niggas and I got Ricky with me
[01:13.28] Would you believe I made a mixtape in fifty minutes?
[01:15.95] Sprayed the crowd, A-R-P, we hit fifteen niggas
[01:18.51] They ain't die, but we still got our point across
[01:20.88] I OG richer than you rappers off of Boy and Soft
[01:23.62] Next time I go to Jersey knockin' Toy off
[01:25.82] I done made so much paper, I'm above the law
[01:28.44] I knew that when I'm real active, it's that ain't nothin' my jaw
[01:31.16] I got a plug on some shit you might not never find
[01:33.77] Yeah, I let you fuck my bitch, she was never mine
[01:35.89] I was finna pull up with the, nah, never mind
[01:38.48] See, got a pint, he drunk a five, but he lovin' mine
[01:41.32] Freaky loose with the Glock, he did a cheddar bite
[01:43.32] All I do is count dogs, shit, I need a bank teller job
[01:46.38] Okay, you got your pint of red, but I ain't sellin' mine
[01:48.68] Took the whole pint to two G's, he hit it seven times
[01:51.40] I just found a full act, I feel better now
[01:53.80] I really made a couple M's and I can tell you how
[01:56.16] He thought he was finna get away, but we ran him down
[01:58.93] At first, she had some clean pussy, I can smell it now
[02:01.26] Took a hunnid pills to West Virginia, made eleven thousand
[02:04.12] Three mil' in equity, I can't sell my house
[02:05.95] Your daddy told you grew up in Tolles, you a better mom
[02:08.65] Da Yung OG now back in the city, bring your cheddar out
[02:11.68] Bill beggin' me to hit her, I'ma sweat her out
[02:14.47] Thirty-five hunnid for a sweater now
[02:16.76] On my real estate shit, I got eleven houses
[02:18.77] Don't really give a fuck about this crib, I done slept on couches
[02:21.66] Can't believe they killed my brother at that dope house
[02:23.92] Burned that bitch down, now ain't nobody sellin' dope out it
[02:26.81] Asked about me in my hood, I bet they know 'bout me
[02:29.16] The first time I drunk act, you had my nose snotty
[02:31.65] Now why the fuck you tuck your chain? We don't wanna rob you
[02:34.58] And I can really tell you ain't go to WIFEY
[02:36.75] I got a white boy from up north, he only want powder
[02:39.20] Left the halfway house in thirty minutes, I made four thousand
[02:41.62]