[Chorus: OG Huey]
They think they foolin' OG when they shakin' my hand
Mama told me they might fuck with me but they not your friends
Credit card maxed out bitch, I feel like the man
Came up from the rags bitch, I'll never forget
Basic hoes on my celly, give a fuck what they sayin'
I'ma bring 'em to the telly, let 'em fuck with my friends
They tryna flick up with OG to get some clout on the 'Gram
And I'm just tryna make a memory they won't understand
They all gon' tell me that they love me but I heard it before
You can keep it ill, be good after I pour up some more
Ask about me, I keep heat for n***as lookin' for smoke
It's a handful of people tryna tell you I'm dope

[Verse 1: OG Huey + LewXs]
Lookin' back on what I've done, think I've done good for myself
And I can't thank nobody else, man I ain't have no help
They way I'm livin' got 'em tellin' me that I'm goin' to Hell
If that's the truth, I hope I go out with some records to sell
Don't text my phone if you never knew me 'fore I could spit
'Cause if you fraud, I respond with new money, "who is this?"
Fake ass people in my face claiming they fuck with the kid
But you can't drink with me or ride with me or hop in my clique (skrt-skrt)

[Chorus: OG Huey]
They think they foolin' OG when they shakin' my hand
Mama told me they might fuck with me but they not your friends
Credit card maxed out bitch, I feel like the man
Came up from the rags bitch, I'll never forget
Basic hoes on my celly, give a fuck what they sayin'
I'ma bring 'em to the telly, let 'em fuck with my friends
They tryna flick up with OG to get some clout on the 'Gram
And I'm just tryna make a memory they won't understand
They all gon' tell me that they love me but I heard it before
You can keep it ill, be good after I pour up some more
Ask about me, I keep heat for n***as lookin' for smoke
It's a handful of people tryna tell you I'm dope
[Verse 2: LewXs]
(Ooh, ooh)
I gotta line full of friends and they always sell dope (yeah, yeah)
I gotta line full of girls and they always do coke (woah, woah)
But none of them are real yeah, you already know
(oh, no)
Real friends on the side, fake friends on the go (go, go)
And I really gotta change, I'm a snake, yes I know (yeah, yeah)
I'ma start goin' to church 'cause I need Jesus the Lord (woah, woah)
I'm about annoyin' like a scratch on a board (woah, woah)
But none of my real friends are gonna come on the road (skrt, skrt)
'Cause I go back to my old ways yeah, my old days (ooh, ooh)
And I'm smokin' gas like all day (gas), like it's propane (it's lit)
And I'm ridin' in that Lambo, get out my lane (skrt, skrt)
And I don't need no fake friends, get out my face (alright)
And I pour a pint of lean up (drank) with the Migos (Migos)
I should do it with my gang, my mí amigos (gang, gang)
I'm addicted to the dope like Charlie Sheen, though (straight up)
I just want my friends and a pint of lean, yo (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: OG Huey + LewXs]
They think they foolin' OG when they shakin' my hand (alright)
Mama told me they might fuck with me but they not your friends (ooh, ooh)
Credit card maxed out bitch, I feel like the man (cash, cash)
Came up from the rags bitch, I'll never forget (skrt, skrt)
Basic hoes on my celly, give a fuck what they sayin' (skrt, skrt)
I'ma bring 'em to the telly, let 'em fuck with my friends (hmm, hmm)
They tryna flick up with OG to get some clout on the 'Gram (ooh, ooh)
And I'm just tryna make a memory they won't understand (brrt, brrt)
They all gon' tell me that they love me but I heard it before
You can keep it ill, be good after I pour up some more
Ask about me, I keep heat for n***as lookin' for smoke
It's a handful of people tryna tell you I'm dope