Letter To The OG ft. Big Doobie Lyrics

Bomb in the building

Bomb in the building

Let's go to work

This letter's for the og

Bomb in the building like where you been at

Cooling like the side of the pillow you lay your head at

Giving people just what they wanted I recommend that

Hits like a boxer talking to where your chin at

Tougher then the bull I'm a dozer

Sipping on the saki while I polish my trophies

Making lots of money like I'm having a gold rush

Bringing in the wins I am that kind of solider

Yeah

Call it bad boy malachi

Ride but hell if I

Know my way around

Still get hella done

Bomb shit hella fun

First up get a run

Next up get her done

Mills get split around

Yeah

I want extragent shit

Couple hundred acres

I can build a castle and shit

Smart enough to hit the books and rock a tassel and shit

Doing all the same things that a bachelor is

Yeah

Yeah

I come up from living way down

Chilling on the playground to earth being the playground

Bomb is the building and nothing that you should play round

Think of wearing smiles and doing it everyday bruh

I don't drop the ball

I'm on fire

Half court shots from deep then wave bye ya

Shoot my shot with heat

The god writes this

High nice kids you think you like violence

Now you gotta feel

The cut it hurts deeply

Trips out seas for please or no reason

I get paid with ease like I'm breathing

Rest my head for tours in four seasons

Stacks on stacks of cash I'm big beaming

Iced out chain supplies a bright beaming

Talk my talk you feel and got meaning

All out real I'm last the Mohicans

This letter's for my og

You're talking to the og

This letter's for the og

This letter's for the og

You're talking to the

Its Doobie

Yeah nigga that's me

And since I turned 16 I been my own og

Ain't a hood in az a nigga don't know me

Ran up a couple quarter tickets and we stay low key ya bitch

The heart of a lion the eye of the tiger

The ogs love me cause I got jammed and didn't flow through the wire

I stand on principles and morals taught by gangstas and hustlers

Pimps and players and even got some game from some squares

Thats why no matter my environment I adapt and prevail

Whether cooperate office back alley corner or jail

Stripper bitch with a business plan

Her doctor from Yale

All I need is loyalty and to believe you won't tell

I'm a unicorn sasquatch ufo god

RIP to my only og Jim Bob

Said its gator life on mine till the world blow

My city know that I'm the fucking best and now it's time to let the world know

You trying keep your bitch away from me

Cause once your girl know

First time she alone with me

Doobie make your girl go

Mine mine mine

Then I'm coming down your girl throat

Told buddy I ain't fuck her I just sell your girl dope

Its Doobie

Like what the fuck did you expect

If you wolfing on the internet you're really not a threat

Every og that I ever met

Said never let them see you sweat

For family money or respect

You up to take two to the neck

Its Doobie

You talking to the OG

You looking at the OG