Collection

(Ha, ha) 300, that's a gamble
We gon' convert that man to an angel
And my lil' bitch cashed out like a banker
My hundo cashed out like a banker
We gon' blow him out like a birthday candle
Too many percs, I can not handle
Yeah her beat, beat like Rambo
He get pew in some sandals (Too many sticks)
This shit federal (Too many blicks)
And no labels (OGPLUGG)
Only can walk her in Chanel's
I'm like God, he must be sped
I can run a lil' bag put that on his ass
She got a big ol' booty, like, yeah
Suck on my dick like, yeah yeah, yeah
Damn, I sold a mag (OGPLUGG)
In a Hellcat, they too up
I donе came in, in France yeah
Bands going, I don't undеrstand
Pity-y the fool and my niggas ruled it
Money gon' talk a lot
Me and my nigga get that (OGPLUGG)
We- we want that bag right now
I don't think he feel me
G2 hit a killstreak
Damn, that nigga killed me

I'm really living off the lean
Off the lean, off the lean (OGPLUGG)
Bean, bean
I'm really living off the drugs (OGPLUGG)

I'ma pour this cup i'ma pour this cup up
I'ma pour this cut, anyway up
I'ma pour this cut, anyway up
I'ma pour this cup, anyway up