OT Anthem

I had to go OT that's where the money at

Stuck in my city I feel like a jungle cat

In the yams where I touched my first hunnid pack

Palm tree blow in the breeze while I roll the gas

Kick me a touchy I'll kick you a couple racks

I feel like Ari cuffing up these moneybags

Married to gwala I feel like the running man

Your bitch bussing a whine while she throw it back

She gone walk in the slip for a couple grams

I'm in the function and I'm with the steppas

It get ugly we came with a couple straps