OTG Lyrics

I'm back in this bitch

I'm back in this bitch

I'm back in this bitch

Yeah

I'm back in this bitch

I'm back in this bitch

I'm back in this bitch

Yeah

Aye

Boy your whole life in the streets

Everyone know where you be

You never could reach the levels

You never could the teach

The thots I'll holla mañana

They out of my league

How you gon' try to critique

When half the products your fanbase don't like to receive

And my pinky told me your girl was on her knees for a couple of beats

My nigga Shawn hyped me up

He said nigga this just might be

The best song you've done in a minute

Breathtaking this is apnea

Pushing my niggas to the purpose

Minority easy to feel worthless

Mines already in a little bit of a searching

Mine's already in the future writing in cursive nigga

You're Illuminati, you're this, you're that

Y'all niggas still hating on me

2020 Told a bitch meet me downtown

I think that bitch still waiting on me

Young boy stop playing I'm on the come up

You niggas walk the talk

Me, I just run up

I'm so damn fly the bitch call me stunna

They know damn well I grind til' the sun up

I wanna eat

Imma ride until the tank is on E

When I'm on the highway I speed

Told my mama that we living the streets

So don't hit my phone

I'm on the grind yeah

All of the time yeah

Don't you dare hit my line no

Cause I'm on the grind yeah

So don't hit my phone

I'm on the grind yeah

I'm on the grind yeah

I'm on the grind yeah

Don't you dare hit my line no

Don't hit my line no

I'll take a trip to Milan, no

Take a trip to Dubai, no

Until I get what's mine, yes

But I get it you ain't nothing like me

And you could double take

You ain't stunting like me

And you could stand up but can run it like me

I spice things up, you're a plain white tee nigga

Bottle popped for the 10k by the time it popped I'm at 100k

I told my niggas 2022 without a dotted line I'll make 100k

I told my niggas 2021 without a doubt in mind I'll hit 100k

Until I blow up like some dynamite

I can't fuck with bitches can't fornicate

Can't fuck with niggas they're born to hate

I won't give up til' I own a state

Land, property, masters, own estate

Points, placements, royalties, own the stakes

A million plus soldiers on display

I learn lessons and I own mistakes

Save the sob stories for another day

Yeah the sob stories for another day

He-ey, don't hit my line

He-ey, I'm on the grind

He-ey, all of the time, he-ey

Yeah, he-ey, don't hit my line

He-ey, cause I'm on the grind

He-ey, all of the time, he-ey

Cause I wanna eat

Imma ride until the tank is on E

When I'm on the highway I speed

Told my mama that we living the streets

So don't hit my phone

I'm on the grind yeah

All of the time yeah

Don't you dare hit my line no

Cause I'm on the grind yeah

So don't hit my phone

I'm on the grind yeah

I'm on the grind yeah

I'm on the grind yeah

Don't you dare hit my line no