Babyface Ray, LUCKI - Young OG lyrics

Yeah
Probably ain't gonna know who this nigga be
(That's a ten-piece wing thing, thing)
Hm, yeah

Ayy, still that nigga, been that nigga
(Still that nigga)
Whip no key with the windshield tinted 
(Uh, uh) young OG,  can't hurt my image
Ho keep starin'
 tell her "Take my pictures"
Stick like a C4 'round with switches
Who are you when you (yeah)
One of the two, why lie a magician?
Cross a nigga out like a Chrome Heart denim
(yeah)

Yeah, all praise for the most high
(All praise to the most)
I'm just thankful for the obstacles
I done been through, i do the most now
(Now I do the most)
It get wicked, pray for my
City, niggas was up, but they broke now
(Woah) it get tricky, better pay attention
Ain't no playin' with me
Makin' folks cry (Gone)
Ran up a big boy check, lost my niggas, shit
Don't even know (Pfft)
Made a bitch hook my hip
Like it missed me, oh
I can't leave the house (yeah)
Trap phone nigga out the
Hood, just like Shaq
He won't leave the block
Tell a broke bitch, "What's good
Eat this dick" that's how you feed a thot
(Ayy)

Ayy, still that nigga, been that nigga
(Still that nigga)
Whip no key with the windshield tinted
(Uh, uh) young OG, can't hurt my image
Ho keep starin'
Tell her "Take my pictures"
Stick like a C4 'round with switches
Who are you when you (Ayy, yeah)
One of the two, why lie a magician? (Ayy)
Cross a nigga out like a Chrome Heart denim
(Ayy, ayy, yeah)

Left me for dead and now I'm
The one, can't trust lil' cuz
I'm bringin' a gun
Livin' too fast, it used to be fun
My mama just asked if I'm seein' my son
I'm in the trenches, I live in the
'burbs, my auntie just called me
She leavin' a word
Devil in Prada, too fly for Givenchy
Think I'm on point how I'm nine with semi
Fool ass ho don't get no pity
Lame ass nigga don't get no pape'
Flew to the D, fuck a ho out of plate
EMPIRE party and I'm still kinda late
Nina just gave me the key to the safe
Switch from a STR8 to a SVR
"Tune, why you love you a loud ass car?"
"Tune, why you insulted? Now you a star"
Sticks in the whip and I don't got a opp
Glock in the purse and I don't got a bitch
Pint in the pop, I just poured it's wrist
Pint on the floor
Gettin' bored of this shit
One day later, need more of this shit
Man, ayy

(GOONTEX) Ayy, yeah
Ayy, still that nigga, been that nigga
(Still that nigga)
Whip no key with the windshield tinted
(Uh, uh) young OG, can't hurt my image
Ho keep starin'
Tell her "Take my pictures"
Stick like a C4 'round with switches
Who are you when you (yeah)
One of the two, why lie a magician?
Cross a nigga out like a Chrome Heart denim
(yeah)

On God, Milligram Navy, can't fake it
Fuck nigga can't fake it