Yeah, Alumni batgang Eghh

I tell you what’s good bitch my whole team is
If I got a whole lot I break it into pieces
Let’s all roll up OG just makes me feel mo G
Somewhere over the ocean
You still over there on that old shit
I been had yo chick bagged yo bitch with no foreplay
Hit her with a little bit of vocab that player shit is my forte
Westside connected like O’Shea
Throwing up that ok, batgang
All the way out the hood but I can’t change
Number 1 on my list
Eating that number 2 in Mac Donald’s
With 3 chains on my neck
4 realist nigga inside here
Better respect me like a reefer
Nigga this watch aint no Geneva it's mo &
Patron by the liter at magic city like eureka
I bet yo man can’t do it like this
So many women to do on my list
Back when you didn’t think a nigga exist
Still had yo girl friend on my dick,
I’m popping shit on point with 2 blunts double jointed
Bend back an show me something
When you don’t mean nothing
You can tell I’m feeling myself
And all this mothefucking money don’t help mad at me
Cause your salary is light weight
Like celery tellin me
Tell me Why the fuck you at me nah nigga
I ain’t tryna ad-v that bullshit you c-c I RIP kill yo dreams

Ugh auto-bang sliding in and outa lanes
Kush got me outa mind top flow like brother bang
Bitch it’s Tha Alumni Bat-a-tat ain’t no other gang
OG in the fucking blunt OG right before my name

I know you see it Eghh
I’m in this bitch with my hood on
Smoking on that good strong
Yo Og's favorite rapper

I tell you what’s good bitch my whole team is
I tell you what’s good bitch my whole team is
Bitch it’s Tha Alumni Bat-a-tat ain’t no other gang
OG in the fucking blunt OG right before my fucking name (x2)
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