OT
[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 n***a hurt me
Your bitch Temu shoppin', got my hoes in LV
Yeah, yeah, gang, gang
Got them dicks on standby, let a n***a 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
N***as on my team, boy, I'm like, "Fuck you mean?"
Do that show, cha-ching, boy
N***as 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
N***a, I ain't gon' chill, for what? Tell these n***as come peel somethin'
That lil' ho got lil' butt, but it's cool, she a real one
Gang, gang, gang, gang
N***a, 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 (N***a, I ain't gon' chill, for what?)
(N***a, 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 VIP
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)
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 n***a hurt me
Your bitch Temu shoppin', got my hoes in LV
Yeah, yeah, gang, gang
Got them dicks on standby, let a n***a 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
N***as on my team, boy, I'm like, "Fuck you mean?"
Do that show, cha-ching, boy
N***as 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
N***a, I ain't gon' chill, for what? Tell these n***as come peel somethin'
That lil' ho got lil' butt, but it's cool, she a real one
Gang, gang, gang, gang
N***a, 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 (N***a, I ain't gon' chill, for what?)
(N***a, 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 VIP
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)