Os & Pounds Lyrics

Harry Fraud

(Verse)
Niggers got it fucked up, probably thinking it's a game,
I might smile a lot, but I ain't playing with ‘em.
I'm up all day, I work all night, I'm rolling weed, I'm on the fight,
So as I land I'm gonna write, I'm on a grind.
40 hours, 2 shows, 3 blunts, 6 zeros.
Flying all around the world like I'm a fucking hero
Pointing straight out of the bans is like we drank it co
And we're all from the same hood,
That's why we feel the same thing.
Life say if one of our pocket's hurting we're all gonna feel the same pain.
Alright, smoking out the car service, police escorting not at all nervous.
We're the bomb searchers, picking house, whole room filled with cash in it.
Old school backseat with a stash in it.
Big joint OG mixed with hash in it,
And it's TGOD you niggers, last minute.
Your flow last year, your swag last fall,
You're just a last place, you ain't gonna last at all.

(Hook)
You niggers want kush, we got ounces,
You niggers want cookies, we got pounds.
You niggers want kush, we got ounces,
You niggers want cookies, we got pounds.

(Verse)
Fresh out, we spy what they're selling
You got to pay ‘em to cook,
Ain't no rules out this motherfucker who sold you that book.
Bitch, we're down when it's cracking around, I'm waiting you know that,
Could get more that we ever ask, so be afraid that we go back.
And we talking, I'm cool and moving, no cameras expected,
Shooters, I'm out on this money training you know about hustler.
Do this, is everything or nothing, then bitch you know how I get down,
You wasn't mad at me before, so why is you mad at me now?
That alcohol got you talking, you do the same thing and it cause no conversation
We're playing only for money, cause only,
That mean I can't deal with them old games that you're trying to kick,
This ain't no be.
I told her baby, you thirsty, she responded I'm cool
Said your wrist got water, I told her bitch, that's a pool.
Feel me gang night, or concrete, dive in first,
But if you owe me money, I need my grief first.

(Hook)
You niggers want kush, we got ounces,
You niggers want cookies, we got pounds.
You niggers want kush, we got ounces,
You niggers want cookies, we got pounds.

(Verse)
The same shit, new bitch with me
About 20 grind through 50
I'm running through stop lights late night
I told baby girl, get your cake right.
That kush doesn't taste right, we take it to the head,
All you smell is cake K and cookie smoke in the Benz
Where my roof go? I stack up quick.
Why they move slow? White girls in my room, I'm smoking while they do blow.
Plush life, no crushed ice, 20k in the game, my pookie loves life
But fuck it, I like to blow cash, I don't tuck it, it's nothing
Two first class flights to the function.
20 zans, a hundred twenty grands, in the city where the pretty girls dance.
And them plants grow and the warehouse get me cash,
If you pass me bullshit imma laugh, I'm the man, no lie, baby.

(Hook)
You niggers want kush, we got ounces,
You niggers want cookies, we got pounds.
You niggers want kush, we got ounces,
You niggers want cookies, we got pounds.

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