Gangsta Shit Berner & Curren$y (Ft. G Perico & Kokane)

[Verse 1: Berner]
Baggin', homie, P'd up, ship it
Berner a hard-head motherfucker, don't listen (I don't listen)
Yeah, we smoke different and my gold drippin'
You see the Old School driftin' and the gold spinnin' (Gold spinnin')
They say, "Bern, you got a couple more bags of float?"
Hell nah, I need more cash to blow
It's a young millionaire on bullshit (On bullshit)
Slime of the month, full clip (Full clip)
Two bottles and a bag of the best (Of the best)
If the shit smoke good, then I'm grabbin' the rest (I need it all)
I'ma weigh shit, that mean my cake thicker
That mean my bitches 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it)
Go grab a bag and count it (Yeah)
I'm a O.G. cat when it come to the pack
Take a flight down south, then I drive it right back (Skrrt)
My fuckin' ice cold, it's a light show
Yeah, I'm doin' 95 with my eyes closed (Yeah)

[Chorus: Kokane]
I smoke big, homie, it'll split your wig
I'm so cold, my neck game, wrists is froze
The heavy weight, pushin' it from state to state
'Cause we eatin', needin' more on my plate
I'm so fly, flyer than an eagle with wings
Yadadamean? You know I'm so fresh, so clean
I stay high, nobody out smoke me
'Cause I'm a fiend when it come to gettin' the cheese
I'm O.G.