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noochie – og gas lyrics

[intro: jg riff]
gang (gang)
jg for ever (gang gang gang)
riff, and jugg gang, gang, whole lot of gang sh-t
gang, with a whole lot of, ayy

[verse 1: jg riff]
thinkin’ ’bout my spot, i can’t get tricked out my position, uh
thinkin’ ’bout my opps but i’ma need a pot to p-ss in it
n-ggas sendin’ shots but they be shootin’, they be missin’
i ain’t on them blocks, them n-ggas trippin’, they be missin’
and that’s why we done took ’em sleepy, i got p’s, i don’t be sleepy
get them p’s, you say i’m creepy, until i beat it, make her eat me
and i got hollows, ain’t no bb’s, i can cc you a bb
i got shot, i got one kidney, get you got, don’t show no pity

[chorus: jg riff]
and noochie go, ooh, she know, gucci coat, gucci loafs
shoot your ho, super cold, two below, shut the door
and og gas super low, if you had it you would know
og gas super low, if you had it you would know, gang

[verse 2: noochie]
smoke in the air
hocus pocus, might make your ho disappear
i know it ain’t fair
if they ain’t got it right here, i’ma go over there
i go everywhere
nah for real, n-gga, i go everywhere
boy, i got shows everywhere
b-tch, i got hoes everywhere
i’m a different type of n-gga
might play fortnite with you
might shoot a n-gga’s porchlights with you
might be court side with you
n-gga might new york knick you
i don’t need a booth or a pencil
i don’t need you or your opinion
all these n-ggas on they menstrual
d-mn, chill, you gotta relax
heard they was talkin’, it’s probably that facts
hold this sh-t down, i gotta do that
yeah, i gotta do that, yeah, i gotta do that
say they run sh-t but they hardly do that
yeah, it’s hard to do that but i always do that
got a problem with death but ain’t talkin’ ’bout that
that is not where you from, that is not how we rap
thought it was wet up but n-ggas say cap
shout out to champs, n-gga, shout out to caps
n-ggas gotta relax, yeah, they gotta relax
yeah, they gotta relax, man, they gotta relax
takin’ the spot and they won’t get it back
me and jg, that’s like kobe and shaq
and i don’t even rap, and i only talk facts
lil’ homie get back, you don’t know me like that

[verse 3: jg riff]
i keep it beater or better, grab the heat and stick ’em up
if we beefin’, get you player, if we see him, that’s a death
ask the address, might just p-ss us, take a trip to calabasas
b-tch, i’m eatin’ and you fastin’, can’t slow down, just go faster
now b-tch, i’m trappin’ but i’m rappin’
ain’t no cappin’, this my p-ssion
pull up, smack ’em, make ’em crash and
show ’em who the f-ck the baddest
i been smokin’ weed and poppin’ percs, them just my habits
and boy you bluffin’, you don’t go to work, you talkin’ ’bout you had it

- noochie lyrics

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