OT

Lyrics

[Verse] Miami bitch, she on me Yeah, I ain't mean, I be OT (Be OT), huh She be fuckin' with me, she an OG Hit him like a fuckin' stizzy, now he OG, on gang My racks like a opera, I throw that shit, the birds sing That boy off a rocker if he tryna push the jersey Lil Wa bring that knocker, ain't no nigga hurt me Your bitch Temu shoppin', got my hoes in LV Yeah, yeah, gang, gang Got them dicks on standby, let a nigga try somethin' Boy, keep your head high, know the world got somethin' for ya I ain't tryna die, not just yet, got some shit to show ya Niggas on my team, boy, I'm like, "Fuck you mean?" Do that show, cha-ching, boy Niggas on the internet, turn that to some cheese, boy Then we could converse about some motherfuckin' green, boy I got on my own shit, I ain't need no meme for it Gang, all in the truck with your ho My lil' bro a fiend for it Nigga, I ain't gon' chill, for what? Tell these niggas come peel somethin' That lil' ho got lil' butt, but it's cool, she a real one Gang, gang, gang, gang Nigga, I ain't gon' chill, for what? Gang, gang Breakin' down a fuckin' eighth Catchin' up fuckin' late Pussy bald, Andrew Tate It's the fatal four way Gang (Nigga, I ain't gon' chill, for what?) (Nigga, I ain't gon' chill, for what?) Damn, damn [Outro] Yeah, yeah I'm outside wit lil' 3 Twin, don't worry, she with me Come and see me V.I.P Lil' bitch, leave me where I be (Huh) Lil' bitch, leave me where I be (Huh) Lil' bitch, leave me where I be, gang (Miami, she on me, yeah) (Miami, she on me, yeah)