[Intro: Pooh Shiesty]
OG
(Load me up, IV)
OG, he get rebound
OG status, on God, puttin' it down
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Do you wanna see a dead body?
Young nigga with some money, they say that I'm rich chocolate
My nigga never had a penny, stole some Foamposites
Made a play for thirty and flipped it, that's when he quit robbin'
Fell in love with meds, got addicted to all that pill-poppin'
[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB]
I lost my nigga to fentanyl and some pills
I couldn't take it, lost G Spence, man, that been my nigga for years
May he 5 in peace
My bitch black as hell, but she foreign, she speak Guyanese
Menace to society, if I can't walk, that Drac' gon' be my cane
If my nigga want you gone, I need location and a name
Yeah, I move different
We gon' clean the scene after that whack, still have some clues missin'
Hundred get him put him under the water, call that blue fishes
I don't understand how you a shooter but your tool missin'
Daddy was a killer and a robber, that's my true ambition
If it isn't love, seeing blood and this ain't New Edition
You better cool it down, this Bobby Brown, it got a cooling system
Don't you fuck around with fuck-arounds and be the newest victim
Turn him to a fraction, he couldn't understand the algorithm
Made a song with Drake totin' the Drac', that came with criticism
Never had a thing for track and field, but deal with racism
OG
(Load me up, IV)
OG, he get rebound
OG status, on God, puttin' it down
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Do you wanna see a dead body?
Young nigga with some money, they say that I'm rich chocolate
My nigga never had a penny, stole some Foamposites
Made a play for thirty and flipped it, that's when he quit robbin'
Fell in love with meds, got addicted to all that pill-poppin'
[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB]
I lost my nigga to fentanyl and some pills
I couldn't take it, lost G Spence, man, that been my nigga for years
May he 5 in peace
My bitch black as hell, but she foreign, she speak Guyanese
Menace to society, if I can't walk, that Drac' gon' be my cane
If my nigga want you gone, I need location and a name
Yeah, I move different
We gon' clean the scene after that whack, still have some clues missin'
Hundred get him put him under the water, call that blue fishes
I don't understand how you a shooter but your tool missin'
Daddy was a killer and a robber, that's my true ambition
If it isn't love, seeing blood and this ain't New Edition
You better cool it down, this Bobby Brown, it got a cooling system
Don't you fuck around with fuck-arounds and be the newest victim
Turn him to a fraction, he couldn't understand the algorithm
Made a song with Drake totin' the Drac', that came with criticism
Never had a thing for track and field, but deal with racism
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