Ace Hood ft Ludacris - Born an OG Lyrics

-Luda
Yea, Luda! As if the guillotine chopped off my noggin I got my head gone, got my pedal to the metal and my lambo poppin in the red zone, speedin like demons is reason heavins is breathin hard, but i roll with heathens that just just dont seem to believe in god, Theyll whoop yo head boy, put ya body in the bottom of the ocean, meanwhile ludacris is in the MIA with Ace Hood somewhere smokin, got a pound of the purp and the smell on my shirt so im lookin like roll it up, i be swimmin in a pool of blood cause the AK super soke it up...hahaha nahh **** that imma come back with it right quick like this... Come back wit it, ha ha ha ha, nasty and ludacris on the track with it, got enough ammo to blow you out of proportion and put a mutha****a on his back wit it. Im so wrong, Im so Gudda, Im so dangerous, aint i? Im so gone off these suckas but the flamers will bang ya, cause im a silent aima, the fat lady got a song to sang ya, mean while i stashed all yo bricks in my ??? 700 airplane hanga, Im so high, im so fly, that is a ****in shame, smokin weed by the bush with that kush, and you so ****in lame.

Chorus: (Ludacris Ad-Libs)
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed (in the bed)
Smokin' weed, Drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)
I was born an O.G. if you ain't heard about me
I put four or five bullets in your head

Ace Hood!

[Ludacris]
Yeah!
Luda!
As if the guillotine chopped off my noggin I got my head gone
Got my pedal to the metal and my Lambo poppin' in the red zone
Speedin' like demons is reason heathens is breathin' hard
but I roll with some heathens that just, just don't seem to believe in God
They'll whoop your head boy, put your body in the bottom of the ocean
Mean while Ludacris is in the MIA with Ace Hood somewhere smokin'
Got a pound of the purp and the smell on my shirt so I'm lookin' like roll it up
I be swimmin' in a pool of blood cause the A.K. super soak it up

Hahaha nahh **** that I'ma come back with it, right quick, like this

Come back with it, ha ha ha ha, Nasty and Ludacris on the track with it
Got enough ammo to blow you out of proportion and put a mother****er on his back with it
I'm so wrong, I'm so Gutta, I'm so dangerous, ain't I?
I'm so gone off these suckers but the flamers will bang you, cause I'm a solid aimer
The fat lady got a song to sang ya
Meanwhile I stashed all your bricks in my ? air plane hanger
I'm so high, I'm so fly, that is a ****in shame
Smokin' weed by the bush with that kush, and you's a ****in' lame

Chorus: (Ludacris Ad-Libs)
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed (in the bed)
Smokin' weed, Drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)
I was born an O.G. if you ain't heard about me
I put 4 or 5 bullets in your head (in your head) [2x]

[Ace Hood]
In your head nigga, Young Gutta, Ace Hood homie
Yo! Luda I got 'em, Ruthless homie
And I'm a ball like a dog and I'm never gon' fall you can call me Jordan baby
In a Lamborghini drop top and I can't stop myself from stuntin' lately
And I'm stickin' to the dollars and my motto
you can follow, tell 'em holler, it's "**** you, pay me!"
I'll meet those hollows in the back of the Tahoe, they comin' at a spiral, borrow that
And any nigga want to get it, I ain't trippin', I'll send about 50 with a body bag
Zip it up, ship, ship his ass at the bottom of the ocean fast
Then I sit back, laugh, with a pound of that hash, me and Ludacris pass that
You will need a gasmask think you can still bag that

Mmmm haha, Ace Hood, Ace Hood, G's hood homie

And guess who, guess who I'm back with it
Ace Hood mother****er don't act with it
Ruthless than a mother****er, tell them other brothers don't try 'cause they know that I'm packin' it
Give me your car, then your keys, then your jeans, then your green
If you sneeze then you comin' up absent
And I roll with a pack of them goons and they only think tools with bodies packed in it
More money I'ma keep on stackin' it
Hundred thousand for the chain, immaculate
New whips I'ma keep plate taggin' it
New swag and a Louis duff bag with it
Ace Hood, that's who, you mad with it
To all you haters and you fake antagonists
I got a hit, what's your name? You can have it!

Chorus: (Ludacris Ad-Libs)
I wake up and got 4 or 5 bitches in the bed (in the bed)
Smokin' weed, Drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)
I was born an O.G. if you ain't heard about me
I put 4 or 5 bullets in your head(in your head) [2x

Luda, as if the guillotine chopped off my noggin I got my head gone... got my pedal to the metal poppin in the red zone... speedin like demons is reason heathens is breathin hard... but I roll with some heathens that just just just don't seem to believe in God... they'll whoop your head boy... put your body in the bottom of the ocean, meanwhile ludacris is in the MIA with ace hood some where smokin... got a pound of the purp and it smell on my shirt so I'm looking like roll it up...I be swimming in a pool of blood cause the ak super soaker soak it up........Come back with it...ha ha ha ha... nasty and ludachris on the track with it... got enough ammo to blow you out of pre-portion and put a mother F**ker on his back with it... I'm so wrong... I'm so good... I'm so dangerous ain't I? ... I so gone off these suckers but the flamers 'll bang ya...Cause I'm a solid aimer ... the fat lady got a song to sang ya... meanwhile I stashed all your bricks in my uncles stunna hundred airplane hanger...I'm so High I'm so fly that it's a F**kin shame... smokin w**d by the bush with that kush and you so F**kin

Chorus: (Ludacris Ad-Libs)
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed (in the bed)
Smokin' weed, Drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)
I was born an O.G. if you ain't heard about me
I put four or five bullets in your head
Ace Hood!

[Ludacris]
Luda!
As if the guillotine chopped off my noggin I got my head gone
Got my pedal to the metal and my Lambo poppin' in the red zone
Speedin' like demons is reason heathens is breathin' hard
but I roll with some heathens that just, just don't seem to believe in God
They'll whoop your head boy, put your body in the bottom of the ocean
Mean while Ludacris is in the MIA with Ace Hood somewhere smokin'
Got a pound of the purp and the smell on my shirt so I'm lookin' like roll it up
I be swimmin' in a pool of blood cause the A.K. super soak it up
Hahaha nahh **** that I'ma come back with it, right quick, like this....
Come back with it, ha ha ha ha, Nasty and Ludacris on the track with it
Got enough ammo to blow you out of proportion and put a mother****er on his back with it
I'm so wrong, I'm so Gutta, I'm so dangerous, ain't I?
I'm so gone off these suckers but the flamers will bang you,
cause I'm a solid aimer
The fat lady got a song to sang ya
Meanwhile I stashed all your bricks in my 700 air plane hanger
I'm so high, I'm so fly, that is a ****in shame
Smokin' weed by the bush with that kush, and you's so ****in' lame

Chorus: (Ludacris Ad-Libs)
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed (in the bed)
Smokin' weed, Drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)
I was born an O.G. if you ain't heard about me
I put 4 or 5 bullets in your head (in your head) [2x]

[Ace Hood]
In your head nigga, Young Gutta, Ace Hood homie
Yo! Luda I got 'em, Ruthless homie
And I'm a ball like a dog and I'm never gon' fall you can call me Jordan baby
In a Lamborghini drop top and I can't stop myself from stuntin' lately
And I'm stickin' to the dollars and my motto
you can follow, tell 'em holler, it's "**** you, pay me!"
I'll meet those hollows in the back of the Tahoe, they comin' at a spiral, borrow that
And any nigga want to get it, I ain't trippin', I'll send about 50 with a body bag
Zip it up, ship, ship his ass at the bottom of the ocean fast
Then I sit back, laugh, with a pound of that hash, me and Ludacris pass that
You will need a gasmask think you can still bag that
Mmmm haha, Ace Hood, Ace Hood, G's hood homie
And guess who, guess who I'm back with it
Ace Hood mother****er don't act with it
Ruthless than a mother****er, tell them other brothers don't try 'cause they know that I'm packin' it
Give me your car, then your keys, then your jeans, then your green
If you sneeze then you comin' up absent
And I roll with a pack of them goons and they only think tools with bodies packed in it
More money I'ma keep on stackin' it
Hundred thousand for the chain, immaculate
New whips I'ma keep plate taggin' it
New swag and a Louie duff bag with it
Ace Hood, that's who, you mad with it
To all you haters and you fake antagonists
I got a hit, what's your name? You can have it!

Chorus: (Ludacris Ad-Libs)
I wake up and got 4 or 5 bitches in the bed (in the bed)
Smokin' weed, Drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)
I was born an O.G. if you ain't heard about me
I put 4 or 5 bullets in your head(in your head) [2x