OVO (Left2Right) ft. Rag Lyrics

I feel like I'm Drake with the OVO

Making her scream in the studio

Let me tell you how the movie goes

The time will pass on and the watch will be frozen

I want my moment like Demar DeRozan

Three in your head and I ain't even open

Shawties from left to right like in Tennis

They go back and forth like it's the US Open

I am ambitious, I had a vision

Hop on the mic and I'm rapping like Christmas

Boy where'd you get this Yeah I'm too sick it's an illness

I'm shady like Nike, I do it

Look at my movements

I know she's getting into it

She said you gon' be big one day

I told her I knew it

I was the one that was getting my school lit

All of my teachers approved it

Ayy, baby I want you to show me the booty

Tonight it's gon' be a movie

I don't give a fuck bout a brand new bitch

I don't give a fuck bout a brand new whip

In the studio, Chasing dimes

Told you not to waste my time

In the darkness I'm gon' shine

If you want me for the fame, for the cash

Then I guess you looking for the wrong guy

Pushing you to the side

You bet I'm doing alright

You won't go far in life with that broken hindsight

I feel like I'm Drake with the OVO

Making her scream in the studio

Let me tell you how the movie goes

The time will pass on and the watch will be frozen

I want my moment like Demar DeRozan

Three in your head and I ain't even open

Shawty's from left to right like in Tennis

They go back and forth like it's the US Open

I'm in the race, but I ain't a drag

I feel like I'm high in the wind like a flag

I pay for the drip, no price on the swag

When I go shopping I don't look at the tags

I'm moving fast, like I'm playing tag

She down to the balls and she don't even gag

Well I'm in my bag, I don't mean to brag

Just know in the future I'll be in the Jag

Shooting my shot like I'm Dime

I'm in my prime, I got a girl and she fine

I ball like the Blazers I dribble and shoot like a nine

You can't say I'm losing my mind

Just because I'm goofy it don't mean I'm not

On my grind

I gotta be funny sometimes

It has to be hard to be mine

But you putting cap in your bars to rhyme

Little shortie your back wrong

Since that day I blew up your backbone

Only facts, on it first step of a trap song

I hop in the booth

This shit ain't new and I'm putting my rap on

While I'm writing and reading my shit on my trap phone

But when you come in the booth, first thing you do

Is putting your cap on

I feel like I'm Drake with the OVO

Making her scream in the studio

Let me tell you how the movie goes

The time will pass on and the watch will be frozen

I want my moment like Demar DeRozan

Three in your head and I ain't even open

Shawties from left to right like in Tennis

They go back and forth like it's the US Open