CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : O.T.S.
I put my whole city on a bean
What they give me in return? sh*t, we 'bout to see
They wasn't tryna hit me at first, now they muthaf**kin' mascots on the team
And my hair getting longer, Super Saiyan III in civilian fatigues
Girl, when exactly didn't you realize that these other rappers ain't f**kin' with me? Hold up!
B*t*h! Hold my two Apple iPhones sh*t, I'm 'bout to pour up
Sl*t, I don't really give a f**k about what any y'all think of my love
Uffy, with his plug in the city she was born and raised in, I'm 'bout to blow up
I swear to God, I pray to God that shawty don't end up regretting this sh*t too much
F**k your main b*t*h OTS, when I wake up, when I wake up
Off my mirror she snort them lines, in the same she fix her makeup
Making music till I die, poppin' beans I'm gettin' high
Gettin'-gettin'-gettin' high, sellin' drugs up on the side (up on the side)
I don't give a f**k, making noise, that heavy metal
In all black, TYG, high as f**k on Heaven's level
Noddin', b*t*h, I'm noddin' (uh!), not nearly high as them
I'm okay, they okay, smokin' A's, and K's, and M's
Slippin' in and out of consciousness
Sellin', got no common sense, I don't fear a consequence
They need us like oxygen, she just want a part of me
Bout to get a mask and strong-arm a f**kin' pharmacy
IPhone full of raps, iPhone full of contacts
IPhone full of naked b*t*hes lookin' for them contracts
She just want them pills, pop three, smoke one
On a muthaf**kin' norco, make me c*m before I'm numb, uh
On the side
OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (yeah hoe!)
On the side
OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (uhh!)
On the side
I move that work up on the side, hit your main b*t*h on the side
On the side
I get it, yeah, I get it
I'm with it, yeah, I'm with it, I flip it, then I spend it
OTS (yeah hoe!, yeah hoe!)
On the side, on the side
I move that work up on the side
OTS, OTS
F**k it, they know how we ride (yeah hoe!)
I'm a dropout, I'm a pothead, I'm a loser
But, b*t*h I'm Ylti whoa, so I'll never lose her
Sky's a hoe, but I'm past that sh*t
And, everyone that say I ain't past that sh*t
You're always the one that brings it up
I'd rather roll one and never pa** that sh*t
She used to be so live on Saturday night
I touch her b***, I'm Peyton Manning, she's Jeff Saturday... hike!
I got oil, Lucas stadium, Tony Grungy, see through you, atrium
I let her grow, she never spoiled, her pu**y too hot but never boiled
But now I'm too hot, she left the stove on
The house burnt down cause of all the fire conversations
Ounce burnt down, we have a fire conversation
Don't count me out, don't count me out
I'm-I'm so high, she on the side my eyes are on the f**kin' prize
No longer on the f**kin' sky, I'm living too stoned, stuck in time
She show her t**s like "please honk for us"
Yellows like a Tonka Truck
Hot Wheels logo to the weed (uh)
Make me go unconscious (uh)
High up like a monster truck
Smoke loud, louder than a monster truck
So, please buckle up, I don't wanna lose ya
On the side
OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (yeah hoe!)
On the side
OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (uhh!)
On the side
I move that work up on the side, hit your main b*t*h on the side
On the side
I get it, yeah, I get it
I'm with it, yeah, I'm with it, I flip it, then I spend it
OTS (yeah hoe!, yeah hoe!)
On the side, on the side
I move that work up on the side
OTS, OTS
F**k it, they know how we ride (yeah hoe!)
What they give me in return? sh*t, we 'bout to see
They wasn't tryna hit me at first, now they muthaf**kin' mascots on the team
And my hair getting longer, Super Saiyan III in civilian fatigues
Girl, when exactly didn't you realize that these other rappers ain't f**kin' with me? Hold up!
B*t*h! Hold my two Apple iPhones sh*t, I'm 'bout to pour up
Sl*t, I don't really give a f**k about what any y'all think of my love
Uffy, with his plug in the city she was born and raised in, I'm 'bout to blow up
I swear to God, I pray to God that shawty don't end up regretting this sh*t too much
F**k your main b*t*h OTS, when I wake up, when I wake up
Off my mirror she snort them lines, in the same she fix her makeup
Making music till I die, poppin' beans I'm gettin' high
Gettin'-gettin'-gettin' high, sellin' drugs up on the side (up on the side)
I don't give a f**k, making noise, that heavy metal
In all black, TYG, high as f**k on Heaven's level
Noddin', b*t*h, I'm noddin' (uh!), not nearly high as them
I'm okay, they okay, smokin' A's, and K's, and M's
Slippin' in and out of consciousness
Sellin', got no common sense, I don't fear a consequence
They need us like oxygen, she just want a part of me
Bout to get a mask and strong-arm a f**kin' pharmacy
IPhone full of raps, iPhone full of contacts
IPhone full of naked b*t*hes lookin' for them contracts
She just want them pills, pop three, smoke one
On a muthaf**kin' norco, make me c*m before I'm numb, uh
On the side
OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (yeah hoe!)
On the side
OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (uhh!)
On the side
I move that work up on the side, hit your main b*t*h on the side
On the side
I get it, yeah, I get it
I'm with it, yeah, I'm with it, I flip it, then I spend it
OTS (yeah hoe!, yeah hoe!)
On the side, on the side
I move that work up on the side
OTS, OTS
F**k it, they know how we ride (yeah hoe!)
I'm a dropout, I'm a pothead, I'm a loser
But, b*t*h I'm Ylti whoa, so I'll never lose her
Sky's a hoe, but I'm past that sh*t
And, everyone that say I ain't past that sh*t
You're always the one that brings it up
I'd rather roll one and never pa** that sh*t
She used to be so live on Saturday night
I touch her b***, I'm Peyton Manning, she's Jeff Saturday... hike!
I got oil, Lucas stadium, Tony Grungy, see through you, atrium
I let her grow, she never spoiled, her pu**y too hot but never boiled
But now I'm too hot, she left the stove on
The house burnt down cause of all the fire conversations
Ounce burnt down, we have a fire conversation
Don't count me out, don't count me out
I'm-I'm so high, she on the side my eyes are on the f**kin' prize
No longer on the f**kin' sky, I'm living too stoned, stuck in time
She show her t**s like "please honk for us"
Yellows like a Tonka Truck
Hot Wheels logo to the weed (uh)
Make me go unconscious (uh)
High up like a monster truck
Smoke loud, louder than a monster truck
So, please buckle up, I don't wanna lose ya
On the side
OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (yeah hoe!)
On the side
OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (uhh!)
On the side
I move that work up on the side, hit your main b*t*h on the side
On the side
I get it, yeah, I get it
I'm with it, yeah, I'm with it, I flip it, then I spend it
OTS (yeah hoe!, yeah hoe!)
On the side, on the side
I move that work up on the side
OTS, OTS
F**k it, they know how we ride (yeah hoe!)
