OG Lyrics – LJRaeds

OG Lyrics by LJRaeds

Ain’t no OG
Some ‘yall know me
But more gon’ know Peep
Some nosey and some ‘yall fake

Here for the fame, you ain’t homies
Home grown tree
So much bread up on me
I might need to add on more cheese

But I ain’t talkin’ Chucky
Ain’t no OG
Some ‘yall know me
But more gon’ know Peep

Some nosey and some ‘yall fake
Here for the fame, you ain’t homies
Home grown tree
So much bread up on me

I might need to add on more cheese
But I ain’t talkin’ Chucky
f#ckin’ that b#tch ’till my heart be bumpin’
Got the choppa, double five, six, stuntin’

I’m on the come up but right now, I’m nothin’
Watch in a few man, I’ll be up like something
Hairstyle wack but I’m back on the track
With a new project, call Jack, pep on it

Don’t give a-, don’t give a-, don’t give a-
Don’t give a-, don’t give a-
Don’t give a sh#t
b#tch, coughin’

I’m finna lay one day in my grave
And engrave some name in the edge of my coffin
Doin’ this sh#t for fun like a hobby
Like wizard sh#t: Potty

But back in the lobby, no COD
Man I’m off of the rocket, no profits
Drip on the neck, like faucets
Caught in the net like odd fish

Up on the deck like coppers
No stoppin’, when I’m off
I pop off like Pop Rocks often
I’m off when I’m on, but what’s costin

That’s nothin’
I’m ballin’ like Jordan
J 1’s up on me while I’m boardin’
Yeah, while I’m boardin’

Ain’t no OG
Some ‘yall know me
But more gon’ know Peep
Some nosey and some ‘yall fake

Here for the fame, you ain’t homies
Home grown tree
So much bread up on me
I might need to add on more cheese

But I ain’t talkin’ Chucky
Ain’t no OG
Some ‘yall know me
But more gon’ know Peep

Some nosey and some ‘yall fake
Here for the fame, you ain’t homies
Home grown tree
So much bread up on me

I might need to add on more cheese
But I ain’t talkin’ Chucky
Ain’t no OG
Some ‘yall know me

But more gon’ know Peep
Some nosey and some ‘yall fake
Here for the fame, you ain’t homies
Home grown tree

So much bread up on me
I might need to add on more cheese
But I ain’t talkin’ Chucky
Ain’t no OG

Smokin’ on OG
She gotta shooter like Kobe
Shootin’ sh#t like I’m Kobe
You do not know me

Bust out the forty
Pullin’ the trigger so bullets could slowly
Don’t give a f#ck so I f#ck on my homies
Aim for the heart

Smokin’ a cart
I did my part
Yeah, they way from the start
Smokin’ the dirt

She gimme brain so I’m smart, aye
Intellectual
Casual convo gettin’ sexual
I ain’t worried ’bout hoes, gettin’ revenue

Got me a part where the hell is new
I was gonna get rich and do well
I was gonna- gonna-
I was gonna get rich and do well

On demon time like a hill
Nah, I’m playin’
I don’t got her a couple of angels
Tryna hit it from five different angles

When I was down she was askin’ for more please
I hit it with ease
She got on her knees, pourin’ up forties
This ain’t no OG, guess I’m not OG

Ain’t no OG
Some ‘yall know me
But more gon’ know Peep
Some nosey and some ‘yall fake

Here for the fame, you ain’t homies
Home grown tree
So much bread up on me
I might need to add on more cheese

But I ain’t talkin’ Chucky
Ain’t no OG
Some ‘yall know me
But more gon’ know Peep

Some nosey and some ‘yall fake
Here for the fame, you ain’t homies
Home grown tree
So much bread up on me

I might need to add on more cheese
But I ain’t talkin’ Chucky
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LJRaeds Lyrics – OG

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