OT Lyrics

I just fucked this one lil bitch I need another one

Nineteen bought a drake I need another gun

How the fuck I'm OT with ya bitch but I'm still having fun

She gon' fuck the gang if I up racks and then I throw her some

Fine lil hoe that BBL yeah that ass fat

Brodie in that kitchen whipping need a hazmat

Catch me on your block draked up with a switch attached

Couldn't care about no bitch I'm sipping real lean

Perc press posted in my trap we serving new beans

Been working out these old heads bitch I need some new fiends

New green new percs and some new lean

How the fuck I'm in my Jordan year but I ain't two three

Pouring two 4s that's an eight shoutout Kobe

Whole city on my fucking dick but they don't know me

Last whip got flipped I got another one

Fucking on this bitch she held me in I think I got a son

Posted with two hoes we in a scat we out in Burnaby

Vanish on the plates I'm OT tripping bet you heard of me

Got this shit from Italy you ain't heard of these

762s at your crib that bitch gon' chop a tree

Catch you on my block I'm stripping shit like it's a burglary

Half the OGs in this city kind of crashed out

Like tryna hit me for some work come get a bag now

I'm really cutting shit lil bitch I'm serving dog food

Say you big dog I ain't tripping I'm a dog too

Posted with so many sticks we call them Glock toys

Playing with this shit ah ah we them Glock boys

Got my cuddy on that court shooting shit like Ja

Like hit the blade if you broke bitch go catch a job

Fucking on this bitch for so long this shit gon' start to throb

ESQ done taught me how to live scam trap or rob

Rolex on my wrist it cost a chicken did it off a fraud