OT Lyrics

Purple lambo look like codeine

When I hit the gas it's morphine

We done came a long way from the nosebleeds

Stayed down with my dawgs now we OT

When we boarded the plane

She took a lil G5 this my lil bitch from the eastside

I'm switching these lanes

So I need a new Porsche I need the one with the horse

Bitch you know that we outside

Don't play with my brothers they'll let it pop like peroxide

We not playing no games

My drip from the source you and yo money divorced

Maison Margiela my backpack it carry the blicky that bitch is expensive

Every time I fall in love with one of these bitches my heart get defensive

I'm tryna pull up in a X6M you won't catch me in Tesla or Fisker

Break that bitch neck like who is him she telling her friends and her sisters

I caught a wave

Gold on my cuban but I'm not a slave

I'm working my magic so I can get paid

I virtual trap just to carti the frames

I fucked her best friend I'm not having no shame

Stop saying you know me you know you not gang

You stupid lil niggas its money fuck fame

I told you I'm him I won't say it again

Hop in the Audi I drive it so fast that bitch it be looking robotic

The way that I cook it up I am a Master Chef sauce it up like I am Gotit

We trap for this money we taking it overseas I need Arabian Saudi

I need that double R I need that Cullinan imma get rich like I'm Roddy

Purple lambo look like codeine

When I hit the gas it's morphine

We done came a long way from the nosebleeds

Stayed down with my dawgs now we OT