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OG - FaceTime lyrics

Yuh! Up in this bitch man

Ya dig?!


Hook:

Yuh!
It's OG from the KY
Gotcha bitch callin' me up on FaceTime, man I guess it's cause I stay fly
Someone please come get her, cause this ain't no dateline
Always headed up, yuh, man I aim high

If you hatin' on me, then bitch you must hate grind
Prolly cause she don't play ya shit, but she always play mine
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime!


Verse 1:

Jimmy my feet, look like a spaceman
Been ballin' like Jordan, I ain't talkin' Space Jam
Never stop makin' flame, no caveman
We don't fuck with these hoes, hell no, don't date them

Ain't nun to cut the bitch off like K Camp
Got homies still trappin out the fuckin' vacant
Haters throwin' hate, it don't make sense
Why you throwin' shade like some muthafuckin' Ray-Bans?!

Pink Dolphin man it splash
Diamonds drippin', yeah they flash
Speakin' nun but the facts
Add it up, do the math

Gettin' paid to do these verses
When I come around, you a different person
Like a boy is it really worth it?
When I'm in the cut like a surgeon
Yeah, the haters stay hurtin'
So every day I keep learnin'
Really been, in my head like "this is my purpose"
Really been workin
Ain't have a clue back when I was servin'
But now that I'm certain!


Hook:

Yuh!
It's OG from the KY
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Gotcha bitch callin' me up on FaceTime, man I guess it's cause I stay fly
Someone please come get her, cause this ain't no dateline
Always headed up, yuh, man I aim high

If you hatin' on me, then bitch you must hate grind
Prolly cause she don't play ya shit, but she always play mine
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime!


Verse 2:

From the trap to the rap
I was trappin' the gas
Got homies packin' the gats
Just one call away, & they clappin' ya ass

I got the sickest wrist
But look at the bigger pic
So please, don't kid the kid
You know that OG sure ain't nun to fiddle with

Made a pack disappear, Alakazam
Straight up, juggin', outta the bands
Way back when they doubted the man
But now I just turn up, & shout out the fans

Ice on my neck, that shit givin' me goosebumps
Getcha bands up, they can never be too long
That shit won't fold like a futon
Hatin' on me, cause you know that I'm "too on"?

I ain't one to lie to
Boy you trippin' like you don't even tie shoes
Been watchin' close up how I move
Gotcha girl on my phone, tryna slide through


Hook:

Yuh!
It's OG from the KY
Gotcha bitch callin' me up on FaceTime, man I guess it's cause I stay fly
Someone please come get her, cause this ain't no dateline
Always headed up, yuh, man I aim high

If you hatin' on me, then bitch you must hate grind
Prolly cause she don't play ya shit, but she always play mine
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime
Now she callin' on FaceTime!

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