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[Intro: OG


Woo, woo
Yeah

OG Maco]
I'm for it (shit)
Rifle rounds in my for it (rah rah)
F&N on my hip for it (shit)
You die it, I live for it (fuck 'em fuck 'em, yeah yeah)
I'm for it (shit)
rounds in my clip for it (rah rah)
F&N on my hip for it (shit)
You die it, I live for it (yeah yeah, bitch)
yeah (shit, shit, fuck 'em fuck 'em, yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah (shit, shit, fuck 'em 'em, yeah yeah)
I'm for it (huh?)
Rifle rounds in my for it (rah)
F&N on my hip for it (shit)
You die about it, I live for it (yeah yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1:
aim, I'm 'bout the clipboard
Lot of hoes, they think I for it
I the forty so I limp for it
Oh you hang with the big boy?
Shoot you in the face, your lip boy
I do not swag, I boy
My bitches is bad, eating boy
Feel Birdman on the fifth floor
I'm winning, I'm winning, I feel Floyd
Your bitch's sister got 'em too
Pull up with chopper, mission
I pop a to teleport, ooh
The bitch is so cheap, no she afford
The dick she receive, yeah I her for it
Fill up the ho, her [?]
I pull up Ferrari, don't the car
Bitch I'm on fire like a
I just want to come and feel on your body
eat me just like I am an alley cart
Give her the tip, I ain't talkin' no Boy
cat, I'm out in Cali with Bali boy
Rev the guns up, I'ma up a rally boy
Everything I got on is valuable
Told them niggas smoke is available
So when I see 'em I hit 'em the

OG Maco]
I'm for it (shit)
rounds in my clip for it (rah rah)
F&N on my hip for it (shit)
You die about it, I live for it (fuck 'em fuck 'em, yeah)
I'm for it (shit)
Rifle rounds in my for it (rah rah)
F&N on my hip for it (shit)
You die about it, I for it (yeah yeah, bitch)
yeah (shit, shit, fuck 'em fuck 'em, yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah (shit, shit, 'em fuck 'em, yeah yeah)
I'm for it (huh?)
Rifle in my clip for it (rah)
F&N on my hip for it (shit)
You die about it, I for it (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

[Verse 2: Trippie
I'm for it, I'm built for it, good for it
Pull up on you in a
With looking gorgeous
They say they want heat, scorch it
rounds fire like some charges
Fly nigga, I soarin'
Young nigga, yeah I feel
Yeah, I got my fuckin' chopper, I been rollin' them big dogs
All niggas pussy, they some hoes, they some pussies, pause
I been getting money with my gang, we don't fucking
For nothing, for nothing, for
I ain't 'bout nothing nigga
I just went and got me a
Maserati with the coupe, getting with the juice
Ayy, saucing on 'em the juice
these niggas they some fruits
They my sauce, they so poo
that ain't nothing new

[Chorus: OG
I'm for it (shit)
rounds in my clip for it (rah rah)
F&N on my hip for it (shit)
You die about it, I live for it (fuck 'em fuck 'em, yeah)
I'm for it (shit)
Rifle rounds in my for it (rah rah)
F&N on my hip for it (shit)
You die about it, I for it (yeah yeah, bitch)
Yeah (shit, shit, fuck 'em fuck 'em, yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah (shit, shit, 'em fuck 'em, yeah yeah)
I'm for it (huh?)
Rifle in my clip for it (rah)
F&N on my hip for it (shit)
You die it, I live for it (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)