No OG - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Drop that shit 3rd)

Yeah

Rich slime

[Chorus]

I got them bands and they on me

Not tryna' kick it, these niggas be phone

Still got some shooters and they post at pony

Got a hundred shooters, I ain't going like Tony

Yeah, two straps, I gotta' keep it on me

Double down gang, I ain't going out alone

And I got a foreign bitch, she rocking that Stone

Got a big ass pistol if you thinking I'm [?]

That Glock a .23, I'm shooting at homie

Got a cuban on me but this shit ain't Zirconium

Two faced, man you know this the old me

I'm sliming niggas so you better not [?]

I been bout' it, got that shit from my OG

Man fuck a nigga, I ain't having no OG

Fifty bands of gas, I'm serving that old [?]

Can't trust a soul cause' these niggas turn Cody

[Verse]

Yeah, nigga might slide in that sprinter

This ice on me cold as fuck like it's winter

I got a lawyer, fuck a public defendant

I'm serving niggas food, ain't talking about dinner

Cross a nigga, X'd that boy out the picture

In the club sipping lean out the pitcher

Police on the block, they taking them pictures

Got red, white and blue with me like the Clippers

Yeah, I just might pull on your sister

Fucking around with slime, she know I'm a real nigga

On the drop, I might just buy me a new liver

Playing with the fire, you know this shit kill niggas