"Ozempic" lyrics
(The Lunch Crew Company)
Y'ello
(KD, why do people call you KD?)
Big lunch crew in this bitch, man, I'm feelin', I'm feelin'
Great, I just got over COVID
Let's go, look
Wock' in my system, this pop got me twisted
Brought crack to the hood, now my pops a victim
Young nigga's broke as fuck, but he gon' pop him a pistol
Wanna live to see my kids, got me poppin' Ozempic
Sell drugs, make money, or it's pimpin'
Done showing niggas love, I want my money back with interest
Me and PG bustdown a nine of Wock' down the middle
For that last lil' line, we gotta rock, paper, scissors
Monti told me ice my neck for motivation
Give 'em another fuckin' reason just to hate me
But I need apartment buildings, warehouses, rental paper
Diamonds ain't worth shit, just look good when you basic
Invest ten million in S&P 500
I told Gizzle 20K a booking, bitch, or I ain't coming
Dope cheap, get it straight off the brick for like nine hundred
Off a Perc' 15 in that coochie, baby, I ain't cumming
Told my kids I ain't stopping 'til my soul gone
Bitch pretty as hell, but snort powder, that's my snow cone
If my album drop and it flop and it don't go gold
It's back to the post office, get my motherfuckin' roll on
Get your roll on
Nigga, get your roll on (On God)
Get your roll on (See, the difference 'tween me and you niggas)
Nigga, get your roll on (Is that)
Get your roll on (I never lost myself for this shit, I always did it for me)
Nigga, get your roll on
Get your roll on (And if all fails, it's back to the post office, fuck it)
Nigga, get your roll on (Y'ello)
My granny daughter know she birthed a solid nigga
Was white tees and trunks, but I'll rock some Prada with you
I never met a good leader, I could never follow niggas
Baby greedy than a bitch, I'll split a dollar with you
On God, it ain't nothin' but facts
Told my bitch take whatever, it ain't nothin' but racks
Had this shit on lock in 2020, had to run it back
Pulled up with a fake pint of Trish, what the fuck is that?
Get your roll on
Nigga, get your roll on
Get your roll on
Nigga, get your roll on
Get your roll on
Nigga, get your roll on
Get your roll on
Nigga, get your roll on
(The Lunch Crew Company)
Y'ello
(KD, why do people call you KD?)
Big lunch crew in this bitch, man, I'm feelin', I'm feelin'
Great, I just got over COVID
Let's go, look
Wock' in my system, this pop got me twisted
Brought crack to the hood, now my pops a victim
Young nigga's broke as fuck, but he gon' pop him a pistol
Wanna live to see my kids, got me poppin' Ozempic
Sell drugs, make money, or it's pimpin'
Done showing niggas love, I want my money back with interest
Me and PG bustdown a nine of Wock' down the middle
For that last lil' line, we gotta rock, paper, scissors
Monti told me ice my neck for motivation
Give 'em another fuckin' reason just to hate me
But I need apartment buildings, warehouses, rental paper
Diamonds ain't worth shit, just look good when you basic
Invest ten million in S&P 500
I told Gizzle 20K a booking, bitch, or I ain't coming
Dope cheap, get it straight off the brick for like nine hundred
Off a Perc' 15 in that coochie, baby, I ain't cumming
Told my kids I ain't stopping 'til my soul gone
Bitch pretty as hell, but snort powder, that's my snow cone
If my album drop and it flop and it don't go gold
It's back to the post office, get my motherfuckin' roll on
Get your roll on
Nigga, get your roll on (On God)
Get your roll on (See, the difference 'tween me and you niggas)
Nigga, get your roll on (Is that)
Get your roll on (I never lost myself for this shit, I always did it for me)
Nigga, get your roll on
Get your roll on (And if all fails, it's back to the post office, fuck it)
Nigga, get your roll on (Y'ello)
My granny daughter know she birthed a solid nigga
Was white tees and trunks, but I'll rock some Prada with you
I never met a good leader, I could never follow niggas
Baby greedy than a bitch, I'll split a dollar with you
On God, it ain't nothin' but facts
Told my bitch take whatever, it ain't nothin' but racks
Had this shit on lock in 2020, had to run it back
Pulled up with a fake pint of Trish, what the fuck is that?
Get your roll on
Nigga, get your roll on
Get your roll on
Nigga, get your roll on
Get your roll on
Nigga, get your roll on
Get your roll on
Nigga, get your roll on
(The Lunch Crew Company)
