ONG (feat. Young 2K)

(Yo 2K, what you got mane?) Once upon a time I was posted on the block With no Glock I invested, still whipped the pot For my mama, she done it all and I owe it heavy Quit smoking green, I'm sipping on that henny With no looking in the past cause I'm focused on what's coming (What?) Focused on the bag, imma get that money (What?) Me and 2k (Who?) speaking on some truth (Yea yea) Deading all the lames, 4am in the booth (Okay) We ain't gotta sip drugs, to ease away the pain My favourite motherfucking strain the lyrics in my brain Imma put it all in a bag, sell it make it back again Your bitch says she loyal but I see her staring at the chain One day she all down for you, really she be lying (uh huh) In the wraith she be crying I know she a ghost (Suck your bitch) All I ever said, get my money and my bread (Stack it up) Never shed any blood on the opps they be dead Yeah I read all the books that I needed to fed In class couldn't do it, under the desk getting head from your bitch Favourite motherfucking life game, imma get it (Uh huh) Favourite motherfucking grind I whip it then I sell it Can't put my trust in a bitch, cause you a hoe If you ain't brining dough, turn around you'll see the door Where them bullets at, yeah, they went right through em Bitches over bitches every weekend I just do em Business man I get this money, legal or illegal Long range with a Glock (Pow) dropped you like a eagle Millie on my wrist cost more than a brick (Than a fit) On my life me and 2K made it with no hit 2020 Hit a lick, yeah we riding with a stick 30 Clip on extended, cock it back let it rip (Pow pow) Whipping the molly with my right hand till it get hard Bitch I got the bag, stash the cash put it in the low Bitch I ain't got no time for these motherfucking shows Gimme blow, watch the neck wrist, yeah it's fucking froze Ay, like a shooting star going straight to mars Bitch I picked the bag, in the wraith so I'm living fucking large Bread, never ever shed any blood (Grr) on the opps they be dead Yeah I read all the books that I needed to fed Favourite motherfucking life game, imma get it (Uh huh) Favourite motherfucking grind I whip it then I sell it (Sell it, sell it) Can't put my trust in a bitch, cause you a hoe If u ain't brining dough, turn around you'll see the door (Pew)