You want beef, wassup wit it
That bitch bad she a freak, wassup wit it
You got low numbers on them p's, wassup wit it
You got a lick to get some cheese, wassup wit it come f*ck wit me
Im plugged in wit the robbers, some killas and the drug dealers
Grew up wit an auntie who break em but she don't love niggas
Raised by my grandmama cookie but ain't shit sweet about her
Grandma never raised no pussy, i wouldn't be me without her
Most you niggas clout based on income and ion need a voucher
Steppin by my lonely wherever thuggin in public housin
Never needed nobody wit me, get anxious when it's crowded
Never needed nobody guidance, I lost myself and found it
Still think about Taylor Townsend I can't lie that was my dawg
Prolly wouldn't be here rn if she ain't make that phone call
F*ckin round wit Gillie, he prankin playin wit that bulldog
One still in that bitch, he pulled the trigger and it sound off
Thinkin bout the time i beat a nigga and he stabbed me
Twelfth grade, police saw me blood walking in traffic
Who did it, ion know shit Ima let em have it
So when they ask them questions playin stupid how I'm actin
Actors, out here tryna act like they be really on that gangsta shit
Know a couple niggas who ran from smoke when it hit the fence
Tote a couple pistols but they hands ain't really hittin on shit
Win lose or draw, forever steppin i can take my lick
Big dawg in my hood half them niggas should be under me
Couple niggas mad cause I got status but won't do nun to me
All you hang around is opps so how tf you pushin p
R u r e a d y y, hell yea come and see
Scratch that shit nigga bome and p
Smile whenever you bump into me
Secret lovers, you niggas aint haters yall be bumpin me
Chess not checkers, ain't no stalemate might as well crown the king
Set the table, everybody ate long as they rep the team
MVE, APG, LFC that's all I know
Still slidin fa Slpy, catch his shooter ima up the sco
In the field don't need a coach, all i hang around is vultures
How you bangin ten but youn know what i did for the culture
Tryna get a deal at the same time tied of being kosher
Tied of being humble when these niggas think they gone walk over me
Got the ball won't fumble, school these niggas I'm Professor Oglevee
Thick bitch on my dick, all she yours Ian even notice it
OG Hunnet - 221 (Freestyle) Lyrics
OG Hunnet - 221 (Freestyle) Lyrics
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You want beef, wassup wit it
That bitch bad she a freak, wassup wit it
You got low numbers on them p's, wassup wit it
You got a lick to get some cheese, wassup wit it come f*ck wit me
Im plugged in wit the robbers, some killas and the drug dealers
Grew up wit an auntie who break em but she don't love niggas
Raised by my grandmama cookie but ain't shit sweet about her
Grandma never raised no pussy, i wouldn't be me without her
Most you niggas clout based on income and ion need a voucher
Steppin by my lonely wherever thuggin in public housin
Never needed nobody wit me, get anxious when it's crowded
Never needed nobody guidance, I lost myself and found it
Still think about Taylor Townsend I can't lie that was my dawg
Prolly wouldn't be here rn if she ain't make that phone call
F*ckin round wit Gillie, he prankin playin wit that bulldog
One still in that bitch, he pulled the trigger and it sound off
Thinkin bout the time i beat a nigga and he stabbed me
Twelfth grade, police saw me blood walking in traffic
Who did it, ion know shit Ima let em have it
So when they ask them questions playin stupid how I'm actin
Actors, out here tryna act like they be really on that gangsta shit
Know a couple niggas who ran from smoke when it hit the fence
Tote a couple pistols but they hands ain't really hittin on shit
Win lose or draw, forever steppin i can take my lick
Big dawg in my hood half them niggas should be under me
Couple niggas mad cause I got status but won't do nun to me
All you hang around is opps so how tf you pushin p
R u r e a d y y, hell yea come and see
Scratch that shit nigga bome and p
Smile whenever you bump into me
Secret lovers, you niggas aint haters yall be bumpin me
Chess not checkers, ain't no stalemate might as well crown the king
Set the table, everybody ate long as they rep the team
MVE, APG, LFC that's all I know
Still slidin fa Slpy, catch his shooter ima up the sco
In the field don't need a coach, all i hang around is vultures
How you bangin ten but youn know what i did for the culture
Tryna get a deal at the same time tied of being kosher
Tied of being humble when these niggas think they gone walk over me
Got the ball won't fumble, school these niggas I'm Professor Oglevee
Thick bitch on my dick, all she yours Ian even notice it
That bitch bad she a freak, wassup wit it
You got low numbers on them p's, wassup wit it
You got a lick to get some cheese, wassup wit it come f*ck wit me
Im plugged in wit the robbers, some killas and the drug dealers
Grew up wit an auntie who break em but she don't love niggas
Raised by my grandmama cookie but ain't shit sweet about her
Grandma never raised no pussy, i wouldn't be me without her
Most you niggas clout based on income and ion need a voucher
Steppin by my lonely wherever thuggin in public housin
Never needed nobody wit me, get anxious when it's crowded
Never needed nobody guidance, I lost myself and found it
Still think about Taylor Townsend I can't lie that was my dawg
Prolly wouldn't be here rn if she ain't make that phone call
F*ckin round wit Gillie, he prankin playin wit that bulldog
One still in that bitch, he pulled the trigger and it sound off
Thinkin bout the time i beat a nigga and he stabbed me
Twelfth grade, police saw me blood walking in traffic
Who did it, ion know shit Ima let em have it
So when they ask them questions playin stupid how I'm actin
Actors, out here tryna act like they be really on that gangsta shit
Know a couple niggas who ran from smoke when it hit the fence
Tote a couple pistols but they hands ain't really hittin on shit
Win lose or draw, forever steppin i can take my lick
Big dawg in my hood half them niggas should be under me
Couple niggas mad cause I got status but won't do nun to me
All you hang around is opps so how tf you pushin p
R u r e a d y y, hell yea come and see
Scratch that shit nigga bome and p
Smile whenever you bump into me
Secret lovers, you niggas aint haters yall be bumpin me
Chess not checkers, ain't no stalemate might as well crown the king
Set the table, everybody ate long as they rep the team
MVE, APG, LFC that's all I know
Still slidin fa Slpy, catch his shooter ima up the sco
In the field don't need a coach, all i hang around is vultures
How you bangin ten but youn know what i did for the culture
Tryna get a deal at the same time tied of being kosher
Tied of being humble when these niggas think they gone walk over me
Got the ball won't fumble, school these niggas I'm Professor Oglevee
Thick bitch on my dick, all she yours Ian even notice it
Writer: Deshawn Lester
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid