Yung OGee lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga
You know what the f*ck goin' on, Money Is Not Everything
Free the whole ghetto
I'm back in my mood now, you know what I'm sayin'?
Get to this sh*t
What y'all want? Alright

[Verse]
Ayy, it's the Yung OG, I just poured a three
n*gga, f*ck a za bag, I just sold a tree
Still'll pass my man the ball, I got an open three
C got a six of Act', I told him hold a three
Two hundred on the Rio piece so they can know it's me
Twenty million, all cash, I got a goal to reach
This sh*t feel different when you independent
I could wake up in the morning and go spend a million
Bro got a crock pot, tryna spend the chicken
Run up on some fast sh*t and get killed in Lenox
Stamped in my hood, I don't even need my windows tinted
Beat his hеad with the Glock 'til the pistol bendin'
You a littlе n*gga, 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 Hi-Tech, I ain't sippin' liquor
This bad redbone b*tch want my pickle in her
Yesterday, I fried a twelve hard, not a chicken dinner
Why you braggin' on that AP and my kitchen bigger?
You run around owin' n*ggas and I got Ricky with me
Would you believe I made a mixtape in fifty minutes?
Sprayed the crowd with ARP, we hit fifteen n*ggas
They ain't die, but we still got our point across
My OG richer than you rappers off of boy and soft
Next time I go to Jersey, knockin' Toya off
I done made so much pape', I'm above the law
I knew that wasn't no real Activis, it ain't numb my jaw
I got a plug on some sh*t you might not never find
Yeah, I let you f*ck my b*tch, she was never mine
I was finna pull up with the— nah, never mind
C got a pint, he drunk a five, but eleven mine
Freaky loose with the Glock, he did a Cheddar Bob
All I do is count dog sh*t, 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 four of 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 pus*y, I could smell it now
Took a hundred pills to West Virginia, made eleven thousand
Three mil' in equity, I can't sell my house
Your daddy told, you grew up and told, you a better mouse
Da Yung OG 'nem back in the city, bring your cheddar out
BM beggin' me to hit her, I'ma sweat her out
Thirty-five hundred for a sweater now
On my real estate sh*t, I got eleven houses
Don't really give a f*ck about this crib, I done slept on couches
Can't believe they killed my brother at that dope house
Burned that b*tch down, now ain't nobody sellin' dope out it
Ask about me in my hood, I bet they know 'bout me
The first time I drunk Act', had my nose snotty
And why the f*ck you tuck your chain? We don't wanna rob you
And I could really tell you ain't go to Wafi
I got a white boy from up North, he only want powder
Left the halfway house in thirty minutes, I made four thousand