Yung OGG - Grant Her Wish (feat. 2400wop)

Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!

I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50 on my wrist

Gelato smoke it up
I'm chiefing hella big
If she gon bruk it up
I might just grant her wish

2 cups (drank) put it out
Smoking gas by the pound
Got your girl she's mine now
What it do with that mouth

I gotta 22 with a 3 behind
Please maintain your girl she said I'm on her mind
And if I hit it once then I can hit it twice
I'm really cutting up I'm back up on my grind

Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!

I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50 on my wrist

Gelato smoke it up
I'm chiefing hella big
If she gon bruk it up
I might just grant her wish

I came like double OG that's a hit
24 bricks, I got 24 bitches
24 flows, I got 24 hits
24 ships cuz I'm shipping these bricks, import
Ion really fuck with that bitch, she a whore
And we really winning this game, check the score
All my niggas top 10 shooters on the court, All my niggas top 10 shooters off the court

Nasty got the cleanest shoe game on the court
And I'm really feeling like Dame on the court
7.62 red beam, sick aim
Open up the muhfuckin mosh pit, La Flame
Take a look at God's child riding in a demon
My coupe got the frog eyes, so she want my semen
Rich niggas know my name, when I walk into the Neimans
Moonwalk MJ, cuz these bitches Billie Jeanin'

She bought a new Birkin' but can't pay her rent
She got a Hellcat, but that bitch got sum' dents
AP on my wrist so she might need a lens
I got my own drip, I don't follow these trends
My money flexible, racks I can bend
I was 15 when I hopped in the Benz
I'm stuck with my niggas, I don't need new friends
You talking' bout spending, I'm talking bout bands
She loving my style and she loving my dance
Got too much money I'm sagging' my pants
He moving too wassi he move like a narc
My youngins too savage, they ready to spark
I needed a nickel to make me sum cents
He ain't got a heart cuz he come from the trench
Stepped up to the stage, I'm like ladies and gents
I'm finna go hard, so your money's well spent

Let's go, Let's go

Nigga got a fake 20 bag from the sto'
I got me sum money, so I really want sum mo'
And the money calling so I really gotta go
And she really like the money so she really finna blow
I give that bitch a gift, like Ho, Ho, Ho
Cocaine's on my feet, and they white like snow
Bout ta bake a nigga up, I ain't talking bout toast
2400 on gang

Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!

I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50 on my wrist

Gelato smoke it up
I'm chiefing hella big
If she gon bruk it up
I might just grant her wish

Written by:
2400 wop, OG G

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