by 
Song: Og Ginobili
Singer: Che
Lyrics: Che
Music: Che
Label: Che
Released date: Jun 22, 2026
Og Ginobili Che Lyrics
(Rok on the track, Rok, Rok)
(Rok on the track, yeah)
Knew I was gon’ play with them guns since a kiddie
A menace, you’ll probably get shot just like Ricky
W-w-wrist in the pot, you get cooked up like chili (Woo)
I bring the syrup inside the club, it come with me
I’m taking more drugs both than Bobby and Whitney (Rok on the track, Rok, Rok)
Bottega boots, but I’m still tuckin’ the semi (Rok on the track, yeah)
“Ayy, how you perform with that lean in your kidney?”
I dropped outta high school, I don’t use a pen
My nigga got murders, so he in the pen’
My bitch a Kardashian, she in barely-bought Skims
The devil in Prada, I look likе a Sith (Hey)
A messiah bitch that love monеy and scammin’
Seven car lot, I rock this out in Turks (H-hey)
If every bitch I already fucked had a twin
I’d probably just fuck ’em and tell ’em to kiss
Your broad just asked me for some Givenchy kicks
I hop out the bed and I put on some Gucci
I’m gettin’ some head in my motherfuckin’ Gucci
My-my ho tryna beat a bitch up like Karrueche (Woo)
The dirtiest cup, I ain’t sippin’ kombucha (Red, woo)
I don’t like these bitches, them feelings be mutual
I’m fuckin’ these thotties, they enter my room
Get neck when I want like I’m hangin’ a noose
Tryna turn up the trap, we don’t turn on no blues
Yeah, it’s still fuck all these itty-bitty artists
I got some hookers and killers that come from that project
We should chop off your head for a lil’ bitty price
I got infrared beams, now you turn to a target
I was just a kid when my dad got indicted
I pop my cocoon and buy me a new Masi’
That white boy said my weed is fuckin’ exotic
Got two different greasers, they both in my pockets
Knew I was gon’ play with them guns since a kiddie
A menace, you’ll probably get shot just like Ricky
W-w-wrist in the pot, you get cooked up like chili (Woo)
I bring the syrup inside the club, it come with me
I’m taking more drugs both than Bobby and Whitney
Bottega boots, but I’m still tuckin’ the semi
“Ayy, how you perform with that lean in your kidney?”
I dropped outta high school, I don’t use a pen
My nigga got murders, so he in the pen’
My bitch a Kardashian, she in barely-bought Skims
The devil in Prada, I look like a Sith (Hey)
A messiah bitch that love money and scammin’
Seven car lot, I rock this out in Turks (H-hey)
If every bitch I already fucked had a twin
I’d probably just fuck ’em and tell ’em to kiss
Your broad just asked me for some Givenchy kicks
Yeah, it’s still fuck all these itty-bitty artists
I got some hookers and killers that come from that project
We should chop off your head for a lil’ bitty price
I got infrared beams, now you turn to a target
I was just a kid when my dad got indicted
I pop my cocoon and buy me a new Masi’
That white boy said my weed is fuckin’ exotic
Got two different greasers, they both in my pockets
Bottega boots, but I’m still tuckin’ the semi
Tuckin’ the semi, tuckin’ the semi
Bottega boots, but I’m still tuckin’ the semi
Bottega boots, but I’m still tuckin’ the semi
B-B-B-Bottega boots, but I’m still tuckin’ the semi
Tuckin’ the semi, tuckin’ the semi
Bottega, Bottega, Botteg-teg-teg-teg—
