ongo Lyrics

Pop on that shit, I might spaz

When I pop out with bands, I might fuck on your friend, she talking like, "shit oh my gosh"

We gone swerve and then press with that heat, we coming to light that boy up fast

I don't know what they trying to be

I don't know why they act

I've been popping my shit and I tell 'em I'm on go

Hop out that shit in my mode

I'm on that bean with my mink, my Cudi, my slime

They calling the young nigga G.O.A.T.

All of my belts, they double-G real

I need my cup, my double-T chilled

How you wanna do it

How you wanna feel

How are you not on my level

Keep it on go like green, no push start I gotta run for my team

These niggas not in my league, I swear them boys folding like laundry

Talk about money let's see, I swear that bitch going around the globe

Niggas still talking about me, I hope that you niggas is bound to grow

I ran up my check and my dollars ain't fitting

Double O, Bond a mission

I popped up a seal and I fell to my feet

Swear that the molly-hitting

My racks I spend it, my car is tinted

My wrist is cooler, my balls is bigger

My mink, Osama, blowing the bitch

We take the loot, we run a ticket

I ran up my sack and I run up my dough

I need that check and a lot of it

I need that sack like I merry the hoe

I'm trynna Gucci and Prada in it

My Coupe, my Aventador, bands, I'm living

These niggas ain't fucking with my shit

These niggas ain't fucking with me like this

I tell em' all

They'd tell you what it isn't, I got bands I got riches

They fucking with my dollars up, and I swear they ain't living

Got fentanyl on my ears

I'm trynna defend my peers

I got two stacks, and my pockets fat

And the hoes they come near

Pop on that shit, I might spaz

When I pop out with bands, I might fuck on your friend, she talking like, "shit oh my gosh"

We gone swerve and then press with that heat, we coming to light that boy up fast

I don't know what they trying to be

I don't know why they act

I've been popping my shit and I tell 'em I'm on go

Hop out that shit in my mode

I'm on that bean with my mink, my Cudi, my slime

They calling the young nigga G.O.A.T.

All of my belts, they double-G real

I need my cup, my double-T chilled

How you wanna do it

How you wanna feel

How are you not on my level