Текст песни OG (feat. Skygod Spence) - Damez

Yeah
I don't do routines, I pop beans
You know what I'm sayin'? (Check)
(Yeah) Manifested in the physical
(Yeah) Cyber truckin' goin' digital
(Yeah) Turn up
Damez
Spence
(Yeah)

Waking up, baking up
Blowing out smoke
Puffing a OG blunt
Saint Laurent
Picking out clothes
And I be passing up
Gassing up all in my Benz
Like when I'm pulling up
Flexing up with all of my friends, yeah

And we gone hit the mall, cop it all
It ain't no thang
We off the Percocet, wait a sec (shh!)
I heard a rang
Goddamn, shoulda known
Student loans all on my line so if it
If it ain't bout the bank, I ain't got time!
And I be

Waking up, baking up
Blowing out smoke
Puffing a OG blunt
Saint Laurent
Picking out clothes
And I be passing up
Gassing up all in my Benz
And I be pulling up
Flexing up with all of my friends, yeah

You need to bring yo friends
Maybe they can meet my friends
We getting high as it get
I don't think the sky's the limit
I won't stop 'til I'm rich
I don't think the Dior drip
Bitch I'm him
Bitch I'm not them, I'm him
Pull a muscle with this flex
She got the seats wet
She got the seats uh... check!
Penthouse, smoked out
Red cups, big talk!
Tesla, Elon!
I manifest in the physical
Cyber truck it go digital
Do it cause its too critical
Waking up, huh
Post up, huh

Waking up, baking up
Blowing out smoke
Puffing a OG blunt
Saint Laurent
Picking out clothes
And I be passing up
Gassing up all in my Benz
And I be pulling up
Flexing up with all of my friends, yeah

Now we rolling and we toting
This the way we start the day
Might be running late but fuck it
Ima get high either way
But I ain't smoking on no Swishers
I get high and take some pictures
Straight agave with no mixers
That's Versace on my slippers
Pack straight from Texas
Frosty like my necklace
Waking up restless
Gorilla glue for breakfast
I'm so outta pocket
Take off like a rocket
And a nigga plugged in like a fucking socket
Picture me rolling up another vacation
It's a new day, it's a new celebration
Niggas tryna match but for real I'd rather face it
Coverboy Damez and these niggas can't take it

Waking up, baking up
Blowing out smoke
Puffing a OG blunt
Saint Laurent
Picking out clothes
And I be passing up
Gassing up all in my Benz
And I be pulling up
Flexing up with all of my friends, yeah