V Dollars - TRIPLE OG

I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key

I can't drive a whip
That ain't hot as shit
I'm OT
And niggas is old fleas
I'm triple OG
Quick to flip a whole key
My car Bluetooth
Your shit is plugged in
I'm doing Ruth's too
And getting Plugs ten
I flick click in her
Stick dick in her
Slick won't pimp her
Mr. Pick a
Heifer quicker
Then Peter pick a
Pepper
Rookie checker
Nookie lover
Knuckied never
Bullied never
Philly brother
Philly stuffer
Silly fucker

I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.,
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.,
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key

Niggas wanna battle
Bitches wanna cackle
I'm traveling two miles
A minute
I'm laughing at two piles
Of spinach
My glock serving niggas
My spot serving niggas
I'm hot swerving niggas
I'm not searching niggas
I got the best house
On the best block
I got the best spouse
On the best cock
Niggas want my rims
Bitches want my M's
Dicks is on my jack
Prints is on my gat
I don't like the burr
So I like the fur
And I need to match
From sneeks to hat

I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key
I'm triple O.G.
Quick to flip a whole key

V I P
Two one five
Bring in keys
Who more live
Semi automatic
Give me all the static
I'm good and healthy
I'm hood and wealthy
I ride in Suburbans
Big ass wheels
To the crib where I'm swerving
Big ass hills
I see more ass
Smoke Seymour's grass
I got that Cali weed
You can't Style on me
My Calico be sweet
You can't wild on me
It's a lot that I miss
I'm happy for what I've got
Like time with my kids
I'm happy they call me pop
I don't just got guns
I got big guns
I don't just got ones
I got big ones
I'll turn your head to spaghetti
With extra sauce
I'll turn your bed for that fetty
Don't test a boss
I kill a cop that's life
Maybe execution
I wheel a drop that's nice
That's the evolution

Written by:
Lavar Puriefoy

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