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Intro

Same crew.

Same seats.

Rollin' up with the OGs.

Instrumental

Hook

Rollin' up with the OGs,

Low bass, loose change, old keys.

Seat back, kick drum, slow creep,

Whole block know us by the beat.

Rollin' up with the OGs,

Two taps on the dash—on repeat.

Pull up, let it idle by the curb,

Bass hit first, we ain't said a word.

Drop

Verse

Unc got the aux and a scratched-up disc,

Know every skip, never once got it fixed.

Left hand turn where the old shop stood,

Couple things changed, but the crew still good.

Young blood talk, OG grin,

"Let that ride"—turn it up again.

Rearview shake when the low end kick,

Loose screw rattlin' right with the snare hit.

Hook

Rollin' up with the OGs,

Low bass, loose change, old keys.

Seat back, kick drum, slow creep,

Whole block know us by the beat.

Rollin' up with the OGs,

Two taps on the dash—on repeat.

Pull up, let it idle by the curb,

Bass hit first, we ain't said a word.

Verse

Tail lights red through the rear glass,

Lane to lane, let the night pass.

Unc turn the knob, find a signal clear,

Old station hummin’ but the bass is here.

Roll the window down, cold air hit,

Finger drum the dash like a broken kit.

Every red light feel like a countdown,

Crew in the back, three deep, pass it around.

Pre-Hook

We been in this car since the sun went low,

Same four doors, same radio glow.

Block get quiet when the treble climb,

OG lean back, kill the line.

Hook

Rollin’ up with the OGs,

Low bass, loose change, old keys.

Seat back, kick drum, slow creep,

Whole block know us by the beat.

Rollin’ up with the OGs,

Two taps on the dash—on repeat.

Pull up, let it idle by the curb,

Bass hit first, we ain’t said a word.

Drop

Verse

Check the odometer, miles don’t count,

Every lap is a story that found a route.

Flat tire once, changed it by the curb,

Man from number nine came out with a word.

Young buck on the sidewalk whistle loud,

Unc give a nod, "come on, get in now."

Two more seats, everybody scoot,

Scraped-up bumper from the loadin' chute.

Pre-Hook

City thin out, headlights spread,

Open road where the billboards shed.

DJ slip on the slipmat, scratch,

We ain’t stoppin’ till the tank is flat.

Hook

Rollin’ up with the OGs,

Low bass, loose change, old keys.

Seat back, kick drum, slow creep,

Whole block know us by the beat.

Rollin’ up with the OGs,

Two taps on the dash—on repeat.

Pull up, let it idle by the curb,

Bass hit first, we ain’t said a word.

Drop

Bridge

Take the loop road, one more around,

Engine hum a note, low and round.

Headrest knock when the needle drop,

Crew hum the rest, never let it stop.

Streetlights blink like a slow metronome,

Left turn, right turn, we ain’t goin’ home.

Same faces, same laugh, same song on play,

OGs cruise and the night give way.

Instrumental

Outro

Same crew.

Same seats.

One more lap with the OGs.

Same crew.

Same seats.

Let it ride with the OGs.

One more block,

one more song,

one more night,

'n' we gone.

Instrumental