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sace mvp - og lyrics

[hook]
i got og in my lungs i be blowin’ all this kush baby
i can never miss nah goin’ for the swish baby
keep a ak lookin’ like a swiss baby
ay, swiping all these cards imma get you a lil car baby
i got og in my lungs i be blowin’ all this kush baby
i can never miss nah goin’ for the swish baby
keep a ak lookin’ like a swiss baby
ay, swiping all these cards imma get you a lil car baby
hop inside the store, ocky know i be swiping sh+t
hop inside the rolls, almost spilled all my wocky b+tch
heard yo b+tch a hoe yeah i heard she was a thotty b+tch
my shooters stay on go if we up it then we don’t miss

gang in this b+tch, sticks in this b+tch
if he run up then we hit ’em in his sh+t
that b+tch know i’m punch made
that b+tch know i keep a k
switchin’ lanes on the highway
bullets hit his face

hit ’em in his sh+t he gon’ die right now
hit ’em in his sh+t he gon’ fly right now
on the opp block another man go down
my choppa baby shark it go doo do do now
make that h+llcat go meow
make the p+ssy wet go meow
catch a opp lackin’ out of bounds
we gon’ show him what we really bout, ay
[dialogue]
hold on man, hold on, hold on..
(yoo)
let me pick up the phone right now
(h+llo?)
ay, i’m off the drugs right now
(what?)
ay, i’ll get back to you though

[verse]
two bands for this jacket lil b+tch
too bad shot yo mans lil b+tch
he claim he with the sh+ts he better stand on that sh+t
45, glock 9, glock 9, opps they, gon’ die, gon’ die
actin’ like you know this sh+t but you don’t know nothin’
got yo hand out n+gga i don’t owe you nothin’
100 ball, mike amiri’s on my ass
100k, flex a 100k cash
tryna go band for band you might be too broke for that
i be dunkin’ on these n+ggas i be feelin’ like i’m shaq
when i get in the paint everyone out the way
ay, catch ’em one on one we gon’ make ’em quit the game
you broke, you irrelevant, you a goofy, you a lame
don’t ever try to hop up in my lane we ain’t the same
he gon’ end up dead with a bullet in his brain
keep a 45 you can never catch me lackin’
brodie just died so you know i’m pistol packin’
look inside my eyes you can see all that tension
he was in my mentions sneak dissin’ so i end him
trapstar, rockstar, glockstar
when them bullets shoot, they go far, go far
we be aimin’ from the neck up
you can’t run from that beretta
pull up to the opp block we gon’ make it rain we gon’ wet up
[dialogue]
god d+mn they keep callin’ my phone
the f+ck do they want
(aye, h+llo?)
thought i told you fake n+ggas quit hittin’ up my phone
put ’em on a blocklist but he callin’ from another phone

hop inside the store, ocky know i be swiping sh+t
hop inside the rolls, almost spilled all my wocky b+tch
heard yo b+tch a hoe yeah i heard she was a thotty b+tch
my shooters stay on go if we up it then we don’t miss

gang in this b+tch, sticks in this b+tch
if he run up then we hit ’em in his sh+t
that b+tch know i’m punch made
that b+tch know i keep a k
switchin’ lanes on the highway
bullets hit his face
[pre+hook]
made a 100k that’s like ten times ten
one up on the opps yeah we goin’ for the win
if i miss sh+t then it must be the wind
k!ll or be k!lled, i be tryin’ not to sin

- sace mvp lyrics

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