I can't be seen like Casper the Ghost I creeps the most cause I'm just so motherfuckin sly, invisible through the eye So motherfuckers can duck and dodge
my money straight no creases P P P Peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.) Bithces over there... we good (O. D. O
I'ma O.G., never had cold feet You end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me I'll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya ?til ya clothes leak Tossed
creases P P P Peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air.. we good ( O. D. O.D.) Bithces over there.. we good (O. D. O. D.) Money on the
Gettin funky on the mic like a old batch o collard greens Its the capital s, oh yes, the fresh n double o p D o double g y d o double g ya see Showin
Gettin funky on the mic like a old batch o collard greens Its the capital S oh yes the fresh N-double O-P D-O-double G-Y D-O-double G ya see Showin much
on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens It's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P D O double G Y D O double G, ya' see Showin' much
I'ma O.G., never had cold feet You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don't Know Me+ I'll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya until ya clothes leave Tossed
seen a U.F.O. and a bitch I need The beamer shinin on B.B.'z, niggaz tryin to be me You gangsta on the streets dawg, north signin to P.C These niggaz
'm dumb I'm collipark's young mogul ya dig My money got money I'm so sick of it And ya'll niggas hatin your so senitive This verse so gangsta, they gon
-7, we all smelt like gas (haha) Still we hopped in the pool, shopped off with her ass (shaw) P.A. ain't the same without you Whenever me and P.O. get
ya name on it for a rainy day [Doap Nixon:] So many days, so many nights So much money got fucked up, so many fights So many niggas got knuckled down
any nigga that want it with me riddle me that Riddle me this if I don't rip it you consider me wack I'm on top of the fuckin game so ya'll do better
P P P Peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air.. we good ( O. D. O.D.) Bithces over there.. we good (O. D. O. D.) Money on the floor we
so pay me Gucci, j.o.c. me, salute me when ya see me Kiss da ground beneath me, I eat beef, so I'm a eat ya food jus on da g.p. (it's Gucci) [Chorus] [
