OG’s (part. Il Nene de Oro)

OG’s (feat. Il Nene de Oro)

O’block says dice dice
Criss J
The ninjas, money boys
Seventen
Gang Gang

Life is a bitch
And I spend it fucking
With all my black guys we control in the hood
We're selling kilos, the bitches stick around
The numbers going up
Ah, I like those easy bitches
This trap and blocks thing is easy for us
Never trust the bitches, they leave you in crisis
I'm with my demons, all active with the Glizzy
GANG

In the street, we all look for the money
We even know your uncle who cuts the cheese
We don't want fame, no, we don't want that
We want money
We want all cash
I have your bitch recorded with the flash

Says, says
Yeh, yeh, yeh
I spend my time in the neighborhood burning blunts
As it should be
The Jordans all have to be brand new
As it should be
If we go to the club, it's to throw money
As it should be
In the street, we live in the trap
We have the cone

The Glizzy aiming at your face
You pull it out and don't shoot
That bitch stops me
The van I have is expensive
They don't reach my level
Because
We don't roll with the same vibe
The gunshots sound, shit got tense
We declared it
No more poverty
1. 7 Block pure Ninjas, the blood weighs

Don't come at me with that
When I go out to the street, my mom prays for me
She knows we're on top of the game
And a bent stick never straightens
We call it wealth
Big ass bitches with princess faces
They only party
My crazy friend doesn't kiss