OTM Lyrics

Got a bitch I got out the mud

You know we pourin' a eight

Bass kickin Ferrari car I'm racin' the Wraith

My time now I'm cookin' now I be patient with it

Hoes on my dick got good head she got braces in it

Slow how a turtle be I can't lie she love the lean

I'ma tell the truth for you bitch I never been a fiend

Pouring wok the top shot MJ that's her sixth ring

Baby I just need the top you can keep all them dreams

Got a bitch I got out the mud

You know we pourin' a eight

Bass kickin Ferrari car I'm racin' the Wraith

My time now I'm cookin' now I be patient with it

Hoes on my dick got good head she got braces in it

Got a big gun that's a honey bun

Bitch you be thinkin' it's funny huh

I just be lookin' for one-on-ones

Ha yeah Rondo to his ribs

Number nine that's my jersey bitch you know how I live

That's my Glock give me his kids

That's my block give me the grid

Cut him down bad now he dip

Laid him on his side he rip

Who the fuck you think it is

Who the fuck you think you is

Ride around with like a hundred sticks

Free the Benjis out the crib

Slow how a turtle be I can't lie she love the lean

I'ma tell the truth for you bitch I never been a fiend

Pouring wok the top shot MJ that's her sixth ring

Baby I just need the top you can keep all them dreams

Got a bitch I got out the mud

You know we pourin' a eight

Bass kickin Ferrari car I'm racin' the Wraith

My time now I'm cookin' now I be patient with it

Hoes on my dick got good head she got braces in it