A$AP Rocky – OG Beeper Lyrics

OG Beeper

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"OG Beeper." - A$AP Rocky

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 01:23 pm

Album: TESTING

Track No: 10

Uh, posted on the corner like a trapper, uh
Why he move his hands all around like a rapper? Uh
Why he move his pants up and down like a scrapper? Uh
Testing, testing, testing, testing, testing, uh-huh (Listen)
My whole life, I just wanted to be a rapper
Then I grew'd up and the boy became a rapper
And my older sister made me wear the golden wrapper
She said, "Watch out, 'cause you know the hoes will trap ya"
To the block, to-to-to-to-to-to the block
Don't know why
Aye, aye, aye (Get fucked)
To the-to the block, to the-to the-to the block (Word, word, word-word-word-word)
Got my first pager, that was 1998
Sneaking, talking to my girlfriend way up late
Hello
Mama on the mothafuckin' line, "Boy, you cray?"
I was trappin' since a young ****, by the way
Back, way back then, boy, I was a different dude
Dude
Standing on the corner like I ain't got shit to do
Do
Nowadays, feelin' like I ain't got shit to prove
To prove
All the beef is lookin' minuscule
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) And I modeled Dior, but I'm still a rapper
Yeah
Took a little detour, but I'm still a rapper (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Used to be a D-boy, but I'm still a rapper
My whole life I was livin' like a trapper
(Trapper) Shackled next to Casanova, locked up on the island
I don't brag about it 'cause it never really matter
Knew that I would never go back, don't hold back
Just shine my golden teeth
Just throw my dubs sack, that boof pack
That specimen, I could beef with OG beepers, **** (Whoa)
Uh, posted on the corner like a trapper, uh
Why he move his hands all around like a rapper? Uh
Why he move his pants up and down like a scrapper? Uh
Uh, uh-huh
All I ever wanted was some money and some jewels
Jewels
Pray my YouTube reach a hundred million views
Million
Pray I make a little extra cash for my dues
(Dues) Like, all she ever wanted was some ass for her boobs
Sneaking, uh, why she freak you? Uh, why she geeking?
Freaky
When she see me? Uh, why she kinky? Uh (See me)
Why she wanna be my
Twenty years later and God still ain't make no errors
Make it
You could be authentic, it's just living trial and error
You gotta take it
Sitting in the cell, just from snitching on your cello-phone
But cozy beeper all I needed, OG beeper all I needed (Hello? Hello?)
My whole life I just wanted to be that ****
****
All my ex-hoes, they was turning into strippers
Bitch
When the whole time, they was fucking other ****
What?
I paid no mind, I'm like fuck them other ****
Fuck 'em

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Mario Loving, Nesbitt Wesonga, Alexander Ridha, Hector Delgado, James Baker, Hayward Ivy & Tommy Wright III.

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