Born An Og Lyrics - Ruthless - Ace Hood

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! 

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 

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Hahaha nahh fuck 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 motherfucker 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 fuckin shame 

Smokin' weed by the bush with that kush, and you's a fuckin' lame 

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) 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 "Fuck 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 

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

And guess who, guess who I'm back with it 

Ace Hood motherfucker don't act with it 

Ruthless than a motherfucker, 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! 

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)