Born An Og - Ludacris

I was born an O.G.

if you ain’t heard about me

I put four or five bullets in your head, Ace Hood!

(Yeah, Luda!)

As if the guillotine chopped off my noggin

I got my head gone

Got my pedal to the metal

And my Lambo poppin' in the red zone

Speedin' like demons is reason

Heathens is breathin' hard

But I roll with some heathens

That just, just don’t seem to believe in God

They’ll whoop your head boy

Put your body in the bottom of the ocean

Mean while Ludacris is in the MIA

With Ace Hood somewhere smokin'

Got a pound of the purp and the smell on my shirt

So I’m lookin' like roll it up

I be swimmin' in a pool of blood

Cause the A.K.

super soak it up

Hahaha, nah fuck that

I’mma come back with it right quick like this

Come back with it, ha ha ha ha

Nasty and Ludacris on the track with it

Got enough ammo to blow you out of proportion

And put a motherfucker on his back with it

I’m so wrong, I’m so Gutta

I’m so dangerous, ain’t I?

I’m so gone off these suckers

But the flamers will bang you cause I’m a solid aimer

The fat lady got a song to sang ya

Meanwhile I stashed all your bricks

In my million airplane hanger

I’m so high, I’m so fly, that is a fuckin shame

Smokin' weed by the bush with that kush

And you’s a fuckin' lame

+ (Ludacris)

I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed (in the bed)

Smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)

I was born an O.G.

if you ain’t heard about me

I put four or five bullets in your head (in your head)

I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed (in the bed)

Smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)

I was born an O.G.

if you ain’t heard about me

I put four or five bullets in your head (in your head)

In your head nigga, Young Gutta, Ace Hood homie

Yo!

Luda I got 'em, «Ruthless» homie

And I’m a ball like a dog and I’m never gon' fall

You can call me Jordan baby

In a Lamborghini drop top

And I can’t stop myself from stuntin' lately

And I’m stickin' to the dollars and my motto

You can follow, tell them holler, it’s «Fuck you, pay me»

I’ll meet those hollows in the back of the Tahoe

They comin' at a spiral, borrow that

And any nigga want to get it, I ain’t trippin'

I’ll send about 50 with a body bag

Zip it up, ship, ship his ass at the bottom of the ocean fast

Then I sit back, laugh, with a pound of that hash

Me and Ludacris pass that

You will need a gas mask, think you can still bag that

Mmm, haha, Ace Hood, Ace Hood, G’s hood homie

And guess who, guess who I’m back with it

Ace Hood motherfucker don’t act with it

Ruthless than a motherfucker, tell them other brothers

Don’t try cause they know that I’m packin' it

Give me your car, then your keys, then your jean

Then your green, if you sneeze then you comin' up absent

And I roll with a pack of them goons

And they only think tools with bodies packed in it

More money I’mma keep on stackin' it

Hundred thousand for the chain, immaculate

New whips I’mma keep plate taggin' it

New swag and a Louis duff bag with it

Ace Hood, that’s who, you mad with it

To all you haters and you fake antagonists

I got a hit, what’s your name?

You can have it!

+ (Ludacris)

I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed (in the bed)

Smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)

I was born an O.G.

if you ain’t heard about me

I put four or five bullets in your head (in your head)

I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed (in the bed)

Smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)

I was born an O.G.

if you ain’t heard about me

I put four or five bullets in your head (in your head)