OG lyrics

[Intro]
(Boy you f*ckin' with a soulja)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm, mm
Yeah

[Verse]
Choppa, that go on a rant
Think I made yo' rent
Think I made yo' apartment
I don't do money dance
My b*tch do money dance
Chanel, n*gga, my lens
Chanel, n*gga, my b*tch
YSL, my pants
.55' take down a big deer
Moncler look like a big bear
Talkin' 'bout racks we been there
Just made you send the bins
You ain't f*cking then why yo' ass in here?
Got a whole lot of racks that I can't share
Got a whole lot of b*tches that I can't share
Got a whole lot money that I don't care
He a clown boy, put him in a damn fair
He a clown with a red dot on him
A-15, that just shot him
Hollow tips they gon' bite him
Like a [?] just popped him
And yo' ass get folded like a taco
It's a wrap like Pasto Flaco
And my n*ggas stay posted on the block-o
Cops ask then I don't know a thing
Got-got me on ling-ling
And me and my n*ggas we win
Probably could find me on Bing
Money counter go, "Plttt, bing"
Think my hollow tips got fangs
And I'm posted with OG
We was shootin' sh*t by the beach
We don't serve sh*t by the P
He'll smoke a whole QP
And that girly talkin' 'bout sleeze
I don't got no Tris [?]
And I'm ballin' out like Steve
Knock you out quicker than you can blink
Bullets blow up, n*gga, [?] shrink
Bounce off yo' head, n*gga like, "Dink"
And I'm high as f*ck, n*gga, that's clear
And I'm finna f*ck your b*tch here
And I'm finna f*ck that b*tch there
Yeah, shoota's with me anywhere
And I gotta get these racks here
Off the Henny I can barely steer
My n*gga hit them juggs, no fear
Got more money than my peers