Song parody of
Henday
by OG Jonah
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OG you been in the studio?
Why the fuck you asking questions you already know
I’m trying to hold it all together like a centerfold
Took a couple months off now the game looks pitiful
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Stacking up my bread I ain’t talking ‘bout no rolls
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Stacking up my bread I ain’t talking ‘bout no rolls
All my partners cut me off when I was dead broke
I ain’t splitting profits need all my percents yo
Ain’t no window shopping I just spent your rent ho
Edmonton rappers treat me like I’m Deebo
Dropping roaches in the studio
Look at the score they gon’ quit I already know
High rank busting out the bank looking stupid
Feds on my case treating me like I’m Frank Lucas
I don’t see the ops they must be quarantining
Green light ain’t no traffic bitch it’s open season
Popped a couple perkys now my stomach doing flips
Copped a couple birdies now my money doing flips
Birdies on my fit my fit, Red Room got me making hits
Don’t go back and forth, pull up with a full clip
Fucking on my bitch, gave her ass a swole lip
Wonder if she loyal or just with me cuz I’m rich
Either way fuck it man I’m getting to the bag
Yeah, Yeah, fuck a price tag
Tryna roll me? You’ll get a body bag
Toe tag, closed casket at the funeral
Rah, close range
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Stacking up my bread I ain’t talking ‘bout no rolls
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Stacking up my bread I ain’t talking ‘bout no rolls
OG you been in the studio?
Why the fuck you asking questions you already know
I’m trying to hold it all together like a centerfold
Took a couple months off now the game looks pitiful
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Stacking up my bread I ain’t talking ‘bout no rolls
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Stacking up my bread I ain’t talking ‘bout no rolls
All my partners cut me off when I was dead broke
I ain’t splitting profits need all my percents yo
Ain’t no window shopping I just spent your rent ho
Edmonton rappers treat me like I’m Deebo
Dropping roaches in the studio
Look at the score they gon’ quit I already know
High rank busting out the bank looking stupid
Feds on my case treating me like I’m Frank Lucas
I don’t see the ops they must be quarantining
Green light ain’t no traffic bitch it’s open season
Popped a couple perkys now my stomach doing flips
Copped a couple birdies now my money doing flips
Birdies on my fit my fit, Red Room got me making hits
Don’t go back and forth, pull up with a full clip
Fucking on my bitch, gave her ass a swole lip
Wonder if she loyal or just with me cuz I’m rich
Either way fuck it man I’m getting to the bag
Yeah, Yeah, fuck a price tag
Tryna roll me? You’ll get a body bag
Toe tag, closed casket at the funeral
Rah, close range
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Stacking up my bread I ain’t talking ‘bout no rolls
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Yeah, yeah, OG back on roads
Stacking up my bread I ain’t talking ‘bout no rolls
