Oz's And Lds (feat. Chevy Woods & Berner)

Niggas got it fucked up, prolly thinking it’s a game

I’m …smiling lot, but I ain’t playing with them

I’m up all day I work all night

I roll a weed, I’m on a flight

Soon as a land, I’m gonna write, I’m on the grind

40 … 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros

Flying all around the world like I’m a fucking hero

Pouring it straight out the bottle that’s how we drink clicko

And we all from the same hood, that’s why we feel the same thing

… one of our pockets hurting, we all gonna feel the same pain

Eyes smoking out the car service, police escorting, now the dawg nervous

We the bomb searchers, penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it

Old school back seat with a stash in it

Big joint og, mixed with has in it

And it’s tgod you niggas last minute

Your flow last year, the swag last fall

You just the last place, you ain’t gonna last at all

You niggas want kush we got ounces

You niggas want cookies we got pounds

You niggas want kush we got ounces

You niggas want cookies we got pounds

You know it’s taylor gang or die, haha, word

Ah, fresh out the spot where they selling

You gotta pay them the coop

Ain’t no rules out this motherfucker

Who sold you that book

Bitch we down when it’s cracking

Around my way and you know that

Can get more than I ever asked

So be afraid of the go back

Yeah I’m talk and I’m cool moving

No cameras, respect the shooters

I’m out on this money train,

You don’t know about hustle, do you

It’s everything in or nothing

Bitch you know how I get down

You wasn’t mad at me before

So why is you mad at me now?

The alcohol got you talking

You do the same things and the cops

Know conversation know where we playing

only for money calls only

That mean I can’t deal with them old games that you tryna kick

This ain’t Shinobi

I told her baby you thirsty, she responded I’m cool

Said your wrist it’s got water, I told her bitch it’s a pool

Feel me gang now, but concrete dive in first

But if you owe me money, I need my …first

You niggas want kush we got ounces

You niggas want cookies we got pounds

You niggas want kush we got ounces

You niggas want cookies we got pounds

Aha, what you got in your bad … bra?

The same shit, new bitch with me

Box money… 50

I’m running through the stop lights, late night

I told baby girl get your cake right

That kush doesn’t taste right

We take it to the hand, all you smell is …

And cookie smoke in the benz

Where my roof go, I stack up quick, while they move slow

White girls in my room, I’m smoking while they do blow

Plus life, no crushed ice, … my bookie love life

But fuck it, I like to blow cash, I … it’s nothing

2 first class flights to the function

20… a hundred 20 grand, in the city where them pretty girls dance

And them plans grow, in the warehouse, skinny cash

If you pass me bullshit, I’ma laugh, I’m the man, no lie baby

You niggas want kush we got ounces

You niggas want cookies we got pounds

You niggas want kush we got ounces

You niggas want cookies we got pounds.