[Chorus]
OT for a month
Told my bitch I buy her anything she want
She's so bad I gotta fuck her from the front
Way too real I could never put on a front, oh no, no
Bitch I'm off an addy
You want smoke that [?]
Never had a Plan B
I see why they can't stand me
I almost won a Grammy
I'm tired of romancing

[Verse 1] Young Tory
But you got that real thing
Yeah you got that real thing
Ooh I got a feeling
Dirty Money, filthy
Been the same since the beginning
I know that you feel me
Yeah, I know you feel me yeah
My bro just caught a body, now he just wanna kill things
Certain shit I'll never say but I could tell you anything
Running up a bag boy, moving on to better things
I heard what you said but I'm gone
Smoking on Gelato strong
I put diamonds on your neck, I put diamonds on your arms
Running in and out of Chase, I could get you what you want

[Chorus]
OT for a month
Told my bitch I buy her anything she want
She's so bad I gotta fuck her from the front
Way too real I could never put on a front, oh no, no
Bitch I'm off an addy
You want smoke that [?]
Never had a Plan B
I see why they can't stand me
I almost won a Grammy
I'm tired of romancing

[Verse 2] Pretty City
Yuh, Skrrtt all in this rari
I broke her heart, I cannot say sorry
She took her heart
I cook it hard
I [?] like 80 racks on the boulevard
My n***as got my back like a pull up bar
If you ain't got the scrap why you pull up for?
Pull up with the door
Pull me up a four
SVR range ,only fit four
I'm an eighty n***a, but shout out six four
We was piss poor, but now we switch foreigns
We used to kick doors
But now we kick back
Got a forty on me and it ki-ki-kick back

[Chorus]
OT for a month
Told my bitch I buy her anything she want
She's so bad I gotta fuck her from the front
Way too real I could never put on a front, oh no, no
Bitch I'm off an addy
You want smoke that [?]
Never had a Plan B
I see why they can't stand me
I almost won a Grammy
I'm tired of romancing