OTIS ft. SevenFigureZo Lyrics

Hella model bitches dms looking like a beauty pageant

Everybody round me got some money boy they truly stacking

Got the gun from quanny so you know that this the newest weapon

If I ain't in some under armour you can catch me nike dressing

Mmm or maybe I'm amiri wearing

My white boy he don't play that shit you fuck around get blamed for staring

This dumbass bitch done leaked there ssn im finna scam her parents

Im finna get the head then disappear so why she talking marriage

I had her on my dick before I even put my dick into her

Messy room rich lifestyle designer on the floor

I made my first thousand and I got the urge to make some more

Scored a touchdown in baltimore like nelson agholor

Im at a steakhouse he at Wendy's asking for a 4 for 4

I just did my one dance she told me go and close the door

World on my back bitch I feel like I can shoulder more

Boy you like itachi you would snake ya mans with no remorse

You the type to snake yo own mans out itachi

Ima take ya bitch out to dinner hibachi

I been in the crib only winners surround me

Why he tryna keep up wit us he drowning

HA

Seven figure ghost while im killing shit like tommy

Got a bag on his head while I'm looking for the bounty

Im charge up like iron man like robert downey

Ima chase for that sack like jadaveon clowney

How he fumble that ball like kadarius tooney

Think it's toney

Why that girl keep tryn talk to me

That bitch to phoney

Call that nigga the simpsons

Hit em and his homie

Ask my self where my bread go

Ima keep on blowing

Why lil zo my only competition we go toe for toe

Choppa bullets spin yo ass around like a rodeo

I been in dallas slanging rock tony romeo

Why that boy been posting on that gram that shit all for show

Hit em in his leg now he singing

Ah ah ah

He still up in school talking shit send em sky high

I stay with a goth bad bitch like monster high

Choppa bullets shut his fucking lips since he feeling shy

Tryna take my swag think you hip bitch u finna die

Nigga hear this shit drop a tear oh he finna cry

Im flash them bands in ya face like a damn pie

Military stick serve the base oh you damn right

Fucking on this bitch ima skate she get half pipe

I got futuristic guns nigga think it's half life

I got shit for sale come cop this shit half off

Niggas still up on my damn dick got me pissed off

Bitch want me get her a ring like she chris paul

Chop bullet take of his head now that boy bald

Fe fi fo nigga my money stay tall

Fuck who in the stands nigga on god I'm gone ball