Otis (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yeah) (Recording?) (Oh we recording? Okay) (Okayy) (Y'know I gotta make sure I can't waste these words, haha) [Bars] Shawty get trained on a rec track Tell her sing along, where the mic at Ain't no figi that's a light tap From where the lights stay off (Yeah) Dawg, nigga been got off the porch (Okayy) Malcolm nigga, you the man in the middle No plug, you see me fresh with a bank roll Ride with your bitch you gon have you a Jane Doe That pussy water like lakehouse, bolts on the frames 24 carat golden steak house Chinese food, I'ma gеt the boy taken out From wherе I'm from, you won't make it out (Yeah) Rat ass nigga walk around like mickey, smiles on his face (GLTAOW GLTAOW) Put a nigga in his place, the ground Fourteen started, one ounce to a pound Young nigga trap shit O's on court, that's a basket (Okayy) Come through, leave the scene, tragic (Okayy) I make it stretch like I'm Mr. Fantastic Matter of fact, hold on, turn it up (Ayy) Hop on the scene, I don't even leave a trace Better hide your face, we ain't tryna get a case Top no bitch, I don't even tie lace 40 years old and nigga sitting on a crate Not your boy, I'ma be 40 with 40 mil Perc 10 got me on a hill like Jack and Jill Hung up on a bitch, lil nigga ain't that real Hung up on shawty cause she playing with the bread (Okay) Bitch over bread, lil nigga no way Still need a crib on the bay no bae Grinchset nigga, all work no play Fuck what dude say, pour deuces in the kool-aid (Like I'm tryna tell y'all niggas, this shit is too easy, I can switch it down a hundred fifty times on one fucking track, one track) Oven don't got me on hotty no scotty She think she bad cause she bought her a body Not from no Boondocks, I ain't no Riley But I could boom throw you off a dock (Shhpsh) Whole lotta water on a boy, nigga bust down On the block tryna get bust down Nigga you a bum, you ain't making no funds See the gang, nigga better run, yeah Cartiers on like a nerd I bring the word like the bird, came a long way from the curb I deserve a pat on my back, no burp Phone a boy, I'll still chirp Brrrrr, Brrrrr As you can see, ain't no flipping my scripts Overhead Ya dig?