Harlem Lyrics

Chilling with my OG and he treat me like a OG bro

We ain't got the same mama

But I treat him like my brodie bro

I be smoking loud

Yea that pack

Yea that OG bro

Yeen even know me

Walking up on me

Don't approach bro

Chilling with my OG and he treat me like a OG bro

We ain't got the same mama

But I treat him like my brodie bro

I be smoking loud

Yea that pack

Yea that OG bro

Yeen even know me

Walking up on me

Don't approach bro

Niggas stealing style

See they jacking

Yea you owe me bro

If he acting hard

I just squashed em

Rollie pollie bro

Shit y'all do be backwards

Headed to the pin

Like he bowling bro

Shit I'm riding in

Black and white

Just like a Oreo

I tell em get familiar

Read up on me like a portfolio

I got riders on that bullshit

Not talking rodeos

You be pulling stings

And ima boss

You see I'm pulling rope

Know I got the sauce

I got the drip

All I do is float

I be talking cash

Spitting green

Like some fucking scope

Shinning like a star

You can see me

Go and get a scope

The strand I got one hitta

It's too potent

All I do is choke

Shit I got

It stink

And it's purple

Call it Barney bro

Niggas talking shit

Now watch me pop up like a carney bro

Fear nothing but God

So what the fuck I look like running fo

Kicking off my shoes

So a nigga can go toe to toe

I'm gangsta

In N.Y

So why not

Let's call it Harlem bro

Chilling with my OG and he treat me like a OG bro

We ain't got the same mama

But I treat him like my brodie bro

I be smoking loud

Yea that pack

Yea that OG bro

Yeen even know me

Walking up on me

Don't approach bro

Chilling with my OG and he treat me like a OG bro

We ain't got the same mama

But I treat him like my brodie bro

I be smoking loud

Yea that pack

Yea that OG bro

Yeen even know me

Walking up on me

Don't approach bro