OOTD ft. MG-83 Lyrics

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why

I gotta wait, I'm wondering why

Morning rain clouds up in my mind

I can't see

I'm tryna put ups in a motherfuckin' grave

They like, why is this one of them days

I might walk up, I might spin in a space

Talkin' practice like we hit the waves

They copy and paste, but I started the wave

I should chill, but I'm stuck in my ways

I get mad and I'm spinnin' for days

If I up it, I'm aimin' for waves

Seventeen, still fuckin' your bitch

And I got seventeen in my clip

Just know I'm not worried about shit

Bitch, I been trained to go since a chip

Prove myself, I don't need an assist

I should mention the opps that went out tryna pitch

Can't go, don't lack, you know that shit, you know that shit

I shoot with two hands, this shit gotta kick

Hit his head, gotta aim for the ribs

And you know that I stay with my grip

MGB buggy, he kickin' the crib

No match, niggas know what I did

Gun butt, leave him drunk, leave him jam

So what, shit a kid, I just can't

I be wildin', find his body parts on an island

Beat the case and I walk away smilin

Cartel got me feelin' like God

Say the word and you're gonna die

If you kill me, you still gonna die

Then your kids and your mom and your aunt

Nigga, and I know that it's hard to move on

Speakin' on broad, don't chat, say left

Close range, no aim, no remorse when I step

Get punched out, stomped on, put on your neck

Drop drug on a sidewalk, naked to mess with

Amazing the way you get placed for the set

On body for body, don't speak, just step

Can't do what you dare, let's get off of the set

Can't do what you dare, let's get off of the set

Bitch, I'm verified, I need my blue check

Of course, gang, then you do that

That shit means no worries, you next

Do fifteen, I got two left

And you niggas know what I do

Don't gotta tell you all my moves, watch

Hundred bands in the shoebox

Really with it, nigga, you will not

Bitch, I'm a silent assassin

Hit his chest, gas me

Flew to state, had to ask me

That's true, who askin'

That's MG, who askin'

Why you run down if you wackin'

You ain't get no pass, tax him

That's shot for a backhand

That's a bitch blow a backhand

Nigga, we just havin' fun

Can't leave the crib without my gun

If you tough, why you run

Cause you know I send a nigga to the sun

Kill a nigga in the sun

How he die? He was hung

I'm tryna put opps in a motherfuckin' grave

They like, why it's just one of them days

I might walk up, I might spin in a phase

Talkin' practice like we at the Rave

Say copy and paste, but I started the wave

I should chill, but I'm stuck in my ways

I get mad and I'm spinnin' for days

If I up, then I'm in it for days

Even if I could live all week, babe

But your picture on my phone

It reminds me

That it's not so bad

It's not so bad

It's not so bad