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
Translation: Rok track par hai, Rok, Rok
Rok track par hai, haan
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
Translation: Mujhe bachpan se pata tha main in bandookon ke saath khelunga
Ek khatarnaak insaan, Ricky ki tarah hi goli lagne wala hai tujhe
Haath ko pot mein daal, toh tu chili ki tarah pak jaayega
Main club mein syrup (codeine) laata hoon, wo mere saath aata hai
Main Bobby aur Whitney se bhi zyada drugs le raha hoon
Bottega ke boot, par main semi-auto pistol chhupa ke rakhta hoon
“Arre, tu kidney mein lean (nasha) leke perform kaise karta hai?”
Maine high school chhod di, main pen ka use nahi karta
Mere yaar ne murder kiye hain, toh wo jail mein hai
Merí bandi Kardashian jaisi, usne barely-bought Skims pehne hain
Prada mein shaitaan, main Sith jaisa dikhta hoon
Ek messiah jaise bandi jo paisa aur scam se pyaar karti hai
Saat car lot, main Turks mein yeh karta hoon
Agar jo bhi bandi maine chodi hai uski twin hoti
Toh main unko chodta aur unhe kiss karne ko kehta
Terí bandi ne mujhse Givenchy ke joote maange
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
The dirtiest cup, I ain’t sippin’ kombucha
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
Translation: Main bed se uthkar Gucci pehen leta hoon
Mujhe apne Gucci mein hi muh (oral sex) mil raha hai
Meri bandi Karrueche ki tarah kisi ladki ko maarna chahti hai
Sabse ganda cup, main kombucha nahi pi raha
Mujhe yeh ladkiyan pasand nahi, yeh feeling mutual hai
Main in thotties (random ladkiyon) ke saath so raha hoon, wo mere room mein aati hain
Jab chahe neck (oral sex) milta hai jaise main phaansi ka phanda laga raha hoon
Trap ko turn up karna hai, hum blues (slow music) nahi lagate
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
Translation: Haan, abhi bhi bhaad mein jaaye yeh chhotu-chhotu artists
Mere paas kuch vaishya aur killers hain jo us project se aaye hain
Tumhara sar thodi si keemat par kaat dena chahiye
Mere paas infrared beams hain, ab tu nishana ban gaya hai
Main bas ek bachcha tha jab mere papa par case chala
Main apna cocoon todkar naya Masi’ (Maserati) kharid leta hoon
Us gore bande ne kaha meri weed bahut exotic hai
Mere paas do alag greasers (paise/bandook) hain, dono meri jeb mein hain
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
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
A messiah bitch that love money and scammin’
Seven car lot, I rock this out in Turks
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
Translation: Mujhe bachpan se pata tha main in bandookon ke saath khelunga
Ek khatarnaak insaan, Ricky ki tarah hi goli lagne wala hai tujhe
Haath ko pot mein daal, toh tu chili ki tarah pak jaayega
Main club mein syrup (codeine) laata hoon, wo mere saath aata hai
Main Bobby aur Whitney se bhi zyada drugs le raha hoon
Bottega ke boot, par main semi-auto pistol chhupa ke rakhta hoon
“Arre, tu kidney mein lean (nasha) leke perform kaise karta hai?”
Maine high school chhod di, main pen ka use nahi karta
Mere yaar ne murder kiye hain, toh wo jail mein hai
Merí bandi Kardashian jaisi, usne barely-bought Skims pehne hain
Prada mein shaitaan, main Sith jaisa dikhta hoon
Ek messiah jaise bandi jo paisa aur scam se pyaar karti hai
Saat car lot, main Turks mein yeh karta hoon
Agar jo bhi bandi maine chodi hai uski twin hoti
Toh main unko chodta aur unhe kiss karne ko kehta
Terí bandi ne mujhse Givenchy ke joote maange
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
Translation: Haan, abhi bhi bhaad mein jaaye yeh chhotu-chhotu artists
Mere paas kuch vaishya aur killers hain jo us project se aaye hain
Tumhara sar thodi si keemat par kaat dena chahiye
Mere paas infrared beams hain, ab tu nishana ban gaya hai
Main bas ek bachcha tha jab mere papa par case chala
Main apna cocoon todkar naya Masi’ (Maserati) kharid leta hoon
Us gore bande ne kaha meri weed bahut exotic hai
Mere paas do alag greasers (paise/bandook) hain, dono meri jeb mein hain
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—
Translation: Bottega ke boot, par main semi-auto pistol chhupa ke rakhta hoon
Chhupa ke rakhta hoon semi, chhupa ke rakhta hoon semi
Bottega ke boot, par main semi-auto pistol chhupa ke rakhta hoon
Bottega ke boot, par main semi-auto pistol chhupa ke rakhta hoon
B-B-B-Bottega ke boot, par main semi-auto pistol chhupa ke rakhta hoon
Chhupa ke rakhta hoon semi, chhupa ke rakhta hoon semi
Bottega, Bottega, Botteg-teg-teg-teg—
