Ace OG, A.J. Smith - OG Smith lyrics

Yo (Eazi-Klu, this beat be bangin')
Ayo, I got AJ smith in the studio, bro (Ayy)
Yo, we 'bout to fuckin' go hard in this bitch
(Kruttz, cut that shit up, man)
AJ smith back in the studio, bitch
You know what I'm sayin'?
Rap God Season, ho, you know what I'm sayin'?
Bitch, ayy

Old money, new hoe
Dope comin' off the boat (Ayy)
Bitch, I’m comin' in with that flow (yeah)
And you know we want all the smoke (Huh)
Thot hoe want a fuckin' photo (What)
She tryna, tryna deep throat (Hell naw)
I’m cookin' dope like some Popeyes (Dope)
I don’t do that shit, but I sell it though
(yeah) i’m tryna make some bread
Tryna make some dough (Huh)
But I can't do that 'cause I rap off beat
(What, huh) if you ain't gettin' money
Don't be saying nothin' (Nah)
Y'all be thinkin' y'all are so funny (yeah)
My last bitch was too borin'
So I kicked her out and I went dummy (Bitch)
All this lean fuckin' up my stummy (Lean)
Smoke a blunt, then I shoot in his tummy
(Bah, bah)
Fucked the Audi up with the Audemar
I don't even know how I'm not dead (Skrrt)
Parked the new Ferrari
Got the Cartiers sittin' on my forehead
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just wanna start a party
Don't wanna start a riot (Nah)
He a pussy wigga, damn he tried it (Damn)
Dope boy on the block like I'm Keef (What)
Kick in the door, they done got the chief
(Huh, ayy)
Roll up some weed, start another beef
You know Eazi-Klu on the beat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, bitch)
Beat a wigga up like Mr t (Mr t)
This bitch attached to me like a flea
(Like a flea)
AJ don't even got a TV (Hell naw)
Bitch we gang, AJ and OG (AJ smith)
Ride on the wave like a jet ski (Ace OG)
All my diamonds like water from a sink
(Ayy, Bitch)

Yo, it’s AJ smith, you remember me, bitch?
Yeah, I know it’s been a minute
And you know my car be lit (Skrrt)
Y’all thought I was quittin'
Now we back in business (yeah)
I used to club around, but now
I’m on the courtyard ballin', shit
I I got some bad ass
Bitches comin' straight from Chile
Ain’t nothin' to worry about 'cause
That place ain’t chilly
All these hoes be spicy and
So hot like some chili
But I love my pokul so much that
I gave it a wet willy (Pokulee)
I be with my homies, we be Indian Gang
Y’all be acting phony, tryna talk that slang
Imma go crazy, crazy like I’m Rambo
You got a Mustang? Bitch, I got a Lambo', ayy

Smokin' another sack
(Sack) , countin' all these racks (Racks)
I ride around in a Mercedes
(yeah) , runnin' up all these laps (Skrrt)
You the fuckin' Whopper
(Huh) , I’m the Big Mac (yeah)
You get what I’m tryna say
I’m tryna say you ass (Damn)
I got a brand new bitch
(Bitch) , and she super bossy (yeah)
I was with your bitch last night
She was actin' saucy (Huh)
Wait a minute, AJ
Why you cheatin' with my bitch? (Why?)
Ah shit, oops I did it again
And I’m not sorry?
Anyway, rockin' all these chains now
I ain’t playin' (I ain't playin')
Bitch done want a taco
(Huh) , we ain’t buffetin' (Nah)
My ho, she be slayin'
(She be slayin') , Teen Titans, Raven (Ayy)
Call me Sheck Wes 'cause all I say is bitch
Bitch (Bitch)

Tunaka tunaka tuna, tunaka tunaka tuna
Tunaka tunaka, I fucked your bitch (yeah)
Oh wait, I'm gay, what?
Courtyard banana split (Yo)
Makin' piano covers and no one gives a shit
Jam sessions with my friends
"Somewhere Over the Rainbow"
Man- man- man, I look like Steve Harvey
I could have a game show
Put your snitch ass on that bitch
"Who Wants to Be a Ho?"
Ayy, Indians got YouTube figured
Out, man, that's sick, son
(Ooh, baby daddy) ace OG sounded like Ronald
McDonald on "No Fun" (Shut the hell up)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
When we get in that ring
You 'bout to get slapped
After that you finna be handicapped, bitch
People think I can't rap, I'm from Kerala
That’s that cap ayy

(That shit was hard, bro)