Pj Glizzy, Sha EK - OGE, Pt. 2 lyrics
[Pj Glizzy, Sha EK - OGE, Pt. 2 lyrics]
East London Magician glah, glah, glah
Gang, gang, gang
Everything dead (Glah, glah) every opp shot
Everything dead every opp shot
Every flocka shot
I was laughin' when that boy was lackin'
Catch ol' leeky, we gon' end up clappin'
OGE, yeah we blitzin' like it's Madden
Spin the 8, we tryna catch Assassin
Spin what? Spin who?
Oh, I forgot we smokin' Boomer too (Boomer)
Met a little baddie, she shakin' the room
She gon shoot if I tell her to shoot
She get neaky, she get naughty (neaky)
She up the beam right up under the 40
Ion care, if it's up then it's stuck
Everything dead, bitch we don't give a fuck
Sha Gz, when I spin through just duck
Aim for his dreads, hollows hit
He was slumped
Glah that's facts, we made it
All them other pussy niggas baited
I was grinding while them niggas hated
Big Die Gzz, now look at they faces
Now I'm rich, now I'm lit
Carry my knocks cause I'm still on that shit
Try to run up and get turned to a spliff
PJ be drivin'
But still trynna hop out the whip
Got the drop so we gotta go blitz
Brodie on point and he still
Trynna catch him a rip
Mori Blixk, go and get you a faggot (Faggot)
Catch Kha, that's a Brooklyn basket
(Glah, glah) like who savage?
Matt Sav, he got put in a packet
If it's Fifth to the Sev, let 'em have it
(Have it)
Ayo Nesty, go and get you a ratchet
Or the Gates gonna be carrying your caskets
Once again we don't fuck with no flockas
(Glah, glah)
Trynna up it, change a nigga roster (Roster)
Wearing Amiri denims like the shotter
(Glah, glah)
You can't spin through my block you imposter
(Bitch)
Lefty throwin' shots inside his lava (Lava)
I was laughin' when that boy was lackin'
Catch ol' leeky, we gon' end up clappin'
OGE, yeah we blitzing like it's Madden
Spin the 8, we tryna catch Assassin
Spin what? Spin who?
Oh, I forgot we smokin' Boomer too (Boomer)
That's facts, we made it
All them other pussy niggas baited
I was grindin' while them niggas hated
Big Die Gzz, now look at they faces
Now I'm rich, now I'm lit
Carry my knocks 'cuz I'm still on that shit
Try to run up and get turned into a spliff
PJ be drivin' but still trynna
Hop out the whip
Gang, gang, gang
Everything dead (Glah, glah) every opp shot
Everything dead every opp shot
Every flocka shot
I was laughin' when that boy was lackin'
Catch ol' leeky, we gon' end up clappin'
OGE, yeah we blitzin' like it's Madden
Spin the 8, we tryna catch Assassin
Spin what? Spin who?
Oh, I forgot we smokin' Boomer too (Boomer)
Met a little baddie, she shakin' the room
She gon shoot if I tell her to shoot
She get neaky, she get naughty (neaky)
She up the beam right up under the 40
Ion care, if it's up then it's stuck
Everything dead, bitch we don't give a fuck
Sha Gz, when I spin through just duck
Aim for his dreads, hollows hit
He was slumped
Glah that's facts, we made it
All them other pussy niggas baited
I was grinding while them niggas hated
Big Die Gzz, now look at they faces
Now I'm rich, now I'm lit
Carry my knocks cause I'm still on that shit
Try to run up and get turned to a spliff
PJ be drivin'
But still trynna hop out the whip
Got the drop so we gotta go blitz
Brodie on point and he still
Trynna catch him a rip
Mori Blixk, go and get you a faggot (Faggot)
Catch Kha, that's a Brooklyn basket
(Glah, glah) like who savage?
Matt Sav, he got put in a packet
If it's Fifth to the Sev, let 'em have it
(Have it)
Ayo Nesty, go and get you a ratchet
Or the Gates gonna be carrying your caskets
Once again we don't fuck with no flockas
(Glah, glah)
Trynna up it, change a nigga roster (Roster)
Wearing Amiri denims like the shotter
(Glah, glah)
You can't spin through my block you imposter
(Bitch)
Lefty throwin' shots inside his lava (Lava)
I was laughin' when that boy was lackin'
Catch ol' leeky, we gon' end up clappin'
OGE, yeah we blitzing like it's Madden
Spin the 8, we tryna catch Assassin
Spin what? Spin who?
Oh, I forgot we smokin' Boomer too (Boomer)
That's facts, we made it
All them other pussy niggas baited
I was grindin' while them niggas hated
Big Die Gzz, now look at they faces
Now I'm rich, now I'm lit
Carry my knocks 'cuz I'm still on that shit
Try to run up and get turned into a spliff
PJ be drivin' but still trynna
Hop out the whip