Artist: OG Maco f/ Key! Album: Give Em Hell (Mixtape) Song: U Guessed It (Key!) Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] God damn, boy, that nigga Mac didn't never call, bruh But I'm seeing that nigga everywhere, bruh Dog, you know they say nigga went Hollywood and shit Fuck that nigga, dog, OGG, fuck is a OGG? OGG, OGG, aye, bruh I mean, you don't think that nigga really getting no money, right? I mean, he ain't really fucking hoes, right? Well, damn [Chorus] Bitch, you guessed it Hwah! You was right Bitch, you guessed it Grah-grah! Fuck nigga on sight Bitch, you guessed it Still in that place and I'm flexin' Hwah! Bitch, you guessed it I'm still with my niggas, come and test us, OGG [Verse 1] Bitch you guessed it, walkin' around with extra in my pocket Bitch, you next to us, why the fuck are you next to us? Bitch, you should come test us I seen what you rockin' and bitch you can't dress with us Seen what yo bitch looked like And nigga I wasn't impressed or nothin' Fuck nigga, come and talk it out, fuck nigga, we ain't talkin' it out What the fuck we finna talk about All we know is that Mula, Benji's, Franklin's and that Guala Fetti with us, bunch of young niggas Bunch of them bitches all in they whip, lickin' on titties Runnin' my check up, I think I'm with Nike, I'm sprinting Sheesh, y'all couldn't hear me Bitch, you guessed it, you was motherfucking right Bitch you guessed it Still with my niggas and we flexing Aye, uh, aye, uh, aye, aye, uh, aye [Verse 2: Key!] I bought my bitch a Birkin Bag so she could hold my fuckin strap That bitch be heavy in my pants and I don't even like to sag I'm going hard, I'm going hard Sniffing out the fucking plate My momma tried to make me dinner but I already ate These bitches lying, I seen the molly in her eyes Plus I made the play, boy I'm Matt Ryan I can't eat no breakfast Fall asleep in intersections Stoner, Smith and Wesson I hope he's a pedestrian Man man lay low in the dip When you see him let it rip When you hit him, boy, lets dip Amalfi Coast, let's take a trip Ima call me a singer Ima make her pack her bags Imma send her ass there But I ain't gonnna send her ass back [Chorus]