[Intro]
(D-D-D-Div, don't do it to 'em)
Lit than a bitch and I'm leanin' over
Ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm lit than a bitch and I'm leanin' over (Oh, yeah)
Trap phone, had the Motorola (Bitch)
I can't go back to debt, boy, them days is over (No)
Bullet holes hidden in the sofa (Bam)
Bitch mad 'cause I said it's over (That's right)
Ho, don't be mad, get that grudge off your shoulder (Ho)
Niggas be thinkin' I'm older (Yeah)
I'm still a OG, nigga, fuck what they told you
I'm lit than a bitch and I'm leanin' over (Oh, yeah)
Trap phone, had the Motorola (Bitch)
I can't go back to debt, boy, them days is over (No)
Bullet holes hidden in the sofa (Bam)
Bitch mad 'cause I said it's over (That's right)
Ho, don't be mad, get that grudge off your shoulder (Ho)
Niggas be thinkin' I'm older (Yeah)
I'm still a OG, nigga, fuck what they told you
[Verse]
Stay the fuck out my face, are you good? (Bitch)
Get him whacked in the 'burbs, get him whacked in the hood
That little ass gun no good
This a Osama AK, get him one with the wood
If you really want war, let's do it
Know where you mom and them stay, finna send some niggas to it
Slide 'round town grippin' on the wood
With a cup full of yurp and a blunt full of fluid
(D-D-D-Div, don't do it to 'em)
Lit than a bitch and I'm leanin' over
Ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm lit than a bitch and I'm leanin' over (Oh, yeah)
Trap phone, had the Motorola (Bitch)
I can't go back to debt, boy, them days is over (No)
Bullet holes hidden in the sofa (Bam)
Bitch mad 'cause I said it's over (That's right)
Ho, don't be mad, get that grudge off your shoulder (Ho)
Niggas be thinkin' I'm older (Yeah)
I'm still a OG, nigga, fuck what they told you
I'm lit than a bitch and I'm leanin' over (Oh, yeah)
Trap phone, had the Motorola (Bitch)
I can't go back to debt, boy, them days is over (No)
Bullet holes hidden in the sofa (Bam)
Bitch mad 'cause I said it's over (That's right)
Ho, don't be mad, get that grudge off your shoulder (Ho)
Niggas be thinkin' I'm older (Yeah)
I'm still a OG, nigga, fuck what they told you
[Verse]
Stay the fuck out my face, are you good? (Bitch)
Get him whacked in the 'burbs, get him whacked in the hood
That little ass gun no good
This a Osama AK, get him one with the wood
If you really want war, let's do it
Know where you mom and them stay, finna send some niggas to it
Slide 'round town grippin' on the wood
With a cup full of yurp and a blunt full of fluid
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