OC
Intro:
Beware your flags
Don’t tread on me
Stealing from bags
I stay low-key
I’m the OG
O3: this the O-Zone
This OC’s
Goin’ till Owen OD
Verse 1:
Know me? I bring goddamn anarchy
Got a fucking problem?
Though you’re scared to talk to me
Bought a bunch of vodka
Just kidding I copped it free
So you see that there ain’t nobody as bomb as me?
Oh word, oh word? Bo’s world turned into frat
Burning stolen purses
Churning poems, turning Bo fat
Perverts losing wallets
Yeah I got it, boy you’re fucking whack
Cut a motherfucker slack?
Heard that, and I fucking laughed
Flows ain’t the things I stole
Going very rouge
Big O, it’s the fucking Bo
Cutting on a throat
On the beat
Scheming on a hoе
And I know she don’t know
Goin’ till O’s a fucking joke
But he won’t chokе
Hook:
I don’t care at all
About balling or your drugs
And if you dare to come talk
Then we’ll rob your bald ass up
Hair plugs
Bridge:
Beware your flags
Don’t tread on me
Stealing from bags
I stay low-key
I’m the OG
O3: this the O-Zone
This OC’s
Goin’ till Owen OD
Verse 2:
Lonely so my thoughts starts storming
Then I hop into the Benz and I start swerving
Cop a cop car, kicking in his fucking larynx
Hop to my block, I’ll show you a terrorist
Oh shit, oh shit, Big O realize he the best
Betting bitches I can kill ‘em after having some sex
Oh yes, they’ll never see this coming I bet
Whether or not I am a genius or just a kid with some stress
Big bet! Suppression on my gat, that’s what you get
Getting all these Eagle Scouts to help me with the next
Get up, I am fed up with the morals of your texts
God has got me oddly lost in my own fucking head
And if God treads on me, he will be sorry
Partly because he has made me an army
And if he offends my brethren, scar me
Take out the Glock and you make his ass gnarly
Pop off shots like the tempo, I’m gone
God I’m feeling like i have to drop a bomb on the cops
These government scandals cause me to be god
The branches are blazing, watch the shambles in awe
Hook:
I don’t care at all
About balling or your drugs
And if you dare to come talk
Then we’ll rob your bald ass up
Don't tread
Intro:
Beware your flags
Don’t tread on me
Stealing from bags
I stay low-key
I’m the OG
O3: this the O-Zone
This OC’s
Goin’ till Owen OD
Verse 1:
Know me? I bring goddamn anarchy
Got a fucking problem?
Though you’re scared to talk to me
Bought a bunch of vodka
Just kidding I copped it free
So you see that there ain’t nobody as bomb as me?
Oh word, oh word? Bo’s world turned into frat
Burning stolen purses
Churning poems, turning Bo fat
Perverts losing wallets
Yeah I got it, boy you’re fucking whack
Cut a motherfucker slack?
Heard that, and I fucking laughed
Flows ain’t the things I stole
Going very rouge
Big O, it’s the fucking Bo
Cutting on a throat
On the beat
Scheming on a hoе
And I know she don’t know
Goin’ till O’s a fucking joke
But he won’t chokе
Hook:
I don’t care at all
About balling or your drugs
And if you dare to come talk
Then we’ll rob your bald ass up
Hair plugs
Bridge:
Beware your flags
Don’t tread on me
Stealing from bags
I stay low-key
I’m the OG
O3: this the O-Zone
This OC’s
Goin’ till Owen OD
Verse 2:
Lonely so my thoughts starts storming
Then I hop into the Benz and I start swerving
Cop a cop car, kicking in his fucking larynx
Hop to my block, I’ll show you a terrorist
Oh shit, oh shit, Big O realize he the best
Betting bitches I can kill ‘em after having some sex
Oh yes, they’ll never see this coming I bet
Whether or not I am a genius or just a kid with some stress
Big bet! Suppression on my gat, that’s what you get
Getting all these Eagle Scouts to help me with the next
Get up, I am fed up with the morals of your texts
God has got me oddly lost in my own fucking head
And if God treads on me, he will be sorry
Partly because he has made me an army
And if he offends my brethren, scar me
Take out the Glock and you make his ass gnarly
Pop off shots like the tempo, I’m gone
God I’m feeling like i have to drop a bomb on the cops
These government scandals cause me to be god
The branches are blazing, watch the shambles in awe
Hook:
I don’t care at all
About balling or your drugs
And if you dare to come talk
Then we’ll rob your bald ass up
Don't tread
( O.C. the Wizard )
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