OG Kush Diet

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Sunbathing with a Rollie on, tan all on my tattoos

All my sixteens cashews, V12 when I pass you

Reminiscing 'bout the Motorola

Weed stronger than a Coca-Cola

Wait up, bitch, hol' up, hol' up

You ain't there to hold the pole up

OG Kush diet, OG Kush diet

OG Kush diet, OG Kush diet

My partner just died, my partner just died

Nothin' else to do but get high, fuck

I'm 'bout to pour out some liquor

I'm 'bout to pour up some lean

I got blue cheese on my jeans

I bought my queen Celine

I got my team Supreme

It ain't no in between

You either in or you out, I took a different route

I had to figure it out, I went to picking 'em out

You, you

Fuck what you think, fuck what you think

Come to the bank, come through like Brinks

I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House

I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House

Presidential probably tickled

Laughing 'bout who popped the pistol

That's the issue, just got a rental, just for instrumentals

I'ma keep the bitch till December

Then park it on Broadway

Long way from the hallway

Long way from the 'partments

Long way from the arcades

We don't play games with 'em boys

We bring the pain on 'em boys

I caught a plane with 'em boys

I taught the game to 'em boys

I am ashamed of 'em boys

Blame it on fame, shit

Blame it on whatever you wanna blame

I'm smart and insane

Imagine a genius that don't have a brain

That live off of resources, that learned off of geek sources

I do play with three persons, I got it from researching

I'm fresher than detergent, I'm fresher than each person

I walk out and eat Church's, gig without rehearsing

Watch how I resurface, watch how I rework it

Gas

OG Kush diet, OG Kush diet

OG Kush diet, OG Kush diet

My partner just died, my partner just died

Nothin' else to do but get high, fuck

Fuck what you think, fuck what you think

Come to the bank, come through like Brinks

I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House

I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House

Yeah, your favorite rapper's got no talent

Homeboy got coke habits

Used to drive a Porsche 'til I found out it was made by Volkswagen

This here is a toe tag 'em

Tity Boi gonna toe tag 'em

Go on and hook they ass to the tow truck

Let them know this the throat slashing

Your baby mama got no passion

Her best friend act old fashioned

Tell her, take them panties off when she walkin' 'round my boat laughing

I'm V.I.P. at the yacht club

****, you look like you not loved

Stars in my double R so clean, I drive in white gloves

Sea bass with the white sauce, hopped out, get wiped off

Presence been felt everywhere

So let me see, yeah, the White House

Space age like 8 ball, MJG, Nate Dogg

Sippin' Quavo, ridin' Offsets, guess I'm 'bout to take off

OG Kush diet, OG Kush diet

OG Kush diet, OG Kush diet

My partner just died, my partner just died

Nothin' else to do but get high, fuck

Fuck what you think, fuck what you think

Come to the bank, come through like Brinks

I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House

I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House

OG Kush, OG Kush, OG Kush, OG Kush

OG Kush, OG Kush, OG Kush, OG Kush

I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House

I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House