O.G. Lyrics

Feel like I'm thug, I'm tryna handle business

A bitch catch me with another bitch, I tell her mind her business

I'm tryna fuck when I pull up, I ain't gon lie to kick it

I'm tryna hit all night long, I'm on my Lionel Richie

A bitch won't find love in my crib, but she'll find some dishes

And she can't stay long when she do it, it's just a minor visit

My overseas bitch from France, I think she quite exquisite

I'm A.I. when I shoot my shot, that mean I'm tryna swish it

Oh, you makin' moves? Oh, you lit-lit? Wait, poke it out, oh, you thick thick

This a least a couple thousand on a FitPic

And if I'm off the Hennessy, she gettin' dick-dick

My bitch too sexy for the jects we takin' trip-trips She so bad that she could get a Birkin and a lit wrist

She tried to lock me down, but I ain't fuckin' with the six six

Keep her eye on her like I'm Slick Rick Yeah, I'm a big-money getter yeah, born sinner yea

Take a bitch to dinner, yeah, then I'm in her yeah

I know bitches ain't shit, I ain't shit either

The "S" in Sito gotta stand for always stick with a thick diva

I'm iced up and my bitch freezer

I keep a bitch for my bitch, so when I dip, I let my bitch keep her

Swift jet, I've been sweeped her

I've been scored her, been balled like I'm Ben Gordon

Might need a doctor, I got fetishes for more skrilla

Heard you left the doc and tested positive for broke nigga

Need a model bitch, who tryna ride me like a four-wheeler

Plus, she must be nasty with the head, I call her GloRilla

She told me that my mind changed, I told her that the time changed

Wanna see your mind game, but I don't do no mind games

I'ma get a migraine if she think about touchin' my grains

Aone's on my feet, you think a nigga tryna fly planes

Ain't ones on my feet, you think a nigga tryna fly planes

Ain't ones on my feet, you think a nigga tryna fly planes