OTF Lyrics

I got these lil niggas mad

Pop out the cut with the 40, no Mac

Rob a lil nigga for them bands?

Extra clips on me nigga, I ain't going out bad

Nigga slept on me like a Xan

Choppa still kick like Chan

You don't want no smoke, bitch you playing

Catch a lil nigga lacking at the Citgo

Had that lil nigga running back

These niggas gone tell in a Jam

Niggas they bitch like Pam

Pull out the 40, niggas like damn

No love, no trust, bitch that's only for the fam

But they knowing that

Too high I don't know when Ima land

OG still sell white, nigga no tan

Bitch how you want war, when you ain't got no bands

Turn that boy into some ashes, put that boy in a can

Bad bitch pop out with that Drake, Roxanne

Bad news hit my line, now I got to switch plans

Backends in the cut, now I got to switch bands

I got this shit on my own, bitch you wouldn't understand

I got this shit out the Mud with my own two hands

Niggas sink in that field fast like quicksand

I don't got to move I can send in my man

I know the plug that's serving you Karo

When them pints come in bitch they sticky like Jam

Hot nigga, I told you I don't need a fan

These diamonds is water, I need me a drain

You don't got no money? Nigga that's a shame

My pockets is heavy, I need me a crane

I told my lil baby I wouldn't take no more Xanx

But I need one now for the pain

All the pain in a real nigga, but a nigga can't show it

Swear that shit fuckin' with my brain

Lil nigga pop shit on the internet, seen him out

Now the lil nigga trying to explain

You not a real nigga, you do it for the fame

5.0 Butter pull up in a 'Stang

Used to fuck up the re-up and go insane

Now the the pack disappear like David Blane

All the shit I done been through done turned me into a Monster

Tell me how the fuck I could not change?

I got these lil niggas mad

Pop out the cut with the 40, no Mac

Rob a lil nigga for them bands?

Extra clips on me nigga, I ain't going out bad

Nigga slept on me like a Xan

Choppa still kick like Chan

You don't want no smoke, bitch you playing

Catch a lil nigga lacking at the Citgo

Had that lil nigga running back,

These niggas gone tell in a Jam

Niggas they bitch like Pam

Pull out the 40, niggas like damn

No love, no trust, bitch that's only for the fam

But they already knowing that

Too high I don't know when Ima land

OG still sell white, nigga no tan

Bitch how you want war, when you ain't got no bands

Turn that boy into some ashes, put that boy in a can

Bad bitch pop out with that Drake, Roxanne

Niggas they bitch like Pam

Pull out the 40, niggas like damn

No love, no trust, bitch that's only for the fam

But they already knowing that

Too high I don't know when Ima land

OG still sell white, nigga no tan

Bitch how you want war, when you ain't got no bands

Turn that boy into some ashes, put that boy in a can

Bad bitch pop out with that Drake, Roxanne