Og Grip - Yeah Buddy

Yeah, buddy
Got a couple straps on me
Cuz I got a couple racks on me
Yeah buddy
Nigga we got hoes on deck
All dimes they ain't
Takin' no checks
Yeah buddy
Whole team smellin' like loud
So cloudy
I can barely see the crowd
Yeah buddy nigga
What you gon' do now
Start trippin' we gon'
Shut shit down
A bunch of goons in here
Plies-ass niggas
End up in the stall in here
Got straps in here
Don't trip or get
Clapped in here
Mind gone in here
Autopilot in the zone in here
(Yeah buddy)
Minnesota in here
OG Grip
He the hustler of the year
Pepper soup flows in here
Got him sweatin'
It's gettin' cold in here
Frozen flows in here
Act like you know
Who run it this year
Yeah we gone in here
So deep like the ocean in here
If your bitch in here
Then she gone
Hope you know how to share
Yeah buddy
Got a couple straps on me
Cuz I got a couple racks on me
Yeah buddy nigga
We got hoes on deck
All dimes they ain't
Takin' no checks
Yeah buddy
Whole team smellin' like loud
So cloudy
I can barely see the crowd
Yeah buddy nigga
What you gon' do now
Start trippin' we gon'
Shut shit down
Got soft got hard
Got dro get low
Got drank get slow
Pussy stank gotta go
ASAP no more talk
Bitch just go
Brought fish on my boat
Lucky you ain't get choked
Lucky you ain't get roped
Tossed in the back of a moat
You slipped up get fucked
Soap on the rope
You better hope that hoe float
Was you high off dope
I wouldn't touch you
With a ten-foot pole
Not with a dick I stole
Whoever hit the chick before
Kilt it and left it
Smellin' like dead souls
Whoa
Hell no she ain't serious
I hope I don't
See that bitch no more nah
And her face was hella fine
On a scale of one to ten
I'd probably give the chick a nine
Yeah truthfully
She like a dollar but
I subtracted ninety-one cent
Because her pussy holla
Yeah buddy
Got a couple straps on me
Cause I got a couple racks on me
Yeah buddy
Nigga we got hoes on deck
All dimes they ain't
Takin' no checks
Yeah buddy
Whole team smellin' like loud
So cloudy I can
Barely see the crowd
Yeah buddy
Nigga what you gon' do now Start trippin' we gon'
Shut shit down
Fuck a wife live single
ango, C-3PO.
I'm tryin' to build up this ego Wherever I go he go
Yeah he's my buddy
Rock the all-black scully
Case shit get ugly
L.I.B. till they dust me
From African booty scratcher
To king livin' comfy
They used to call a brother
Bummy small shirts
And money catchers
Man them hoes didn't want me
Same chicks that didn't want me
Now they callin'
Tryin' to hump me
Man the shit's gettin' funny
Man things sure change
When you get a little change
Bougie hoes know your name
I tell them stay in your lane
Treated me like a lame
Be consistent stay the same
Yeah buddy
Got a couple straps on me
Cause I got a couple racks on me
Yeah buddy
Nigga, we got hoes on deck
All dimes they ain't
Takin' no checks
Yeah buddy
Whole team smellin' like loud
So cloudy I can barely
See the crowd
Yeah buddy
Nigga what you gon' do now Start trippin'
We gon' shut shit down

Written by:
Monroe Dunbar

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