Ahvie Dinero - OT Lyrics

Yeen go OT
If he ain't come back with some empty bags of some white tees, you is really O.D
You really love yourself, baby, yeah, you really don't love me
Ayy, let's talk about it, B. Let's take it from the top of the rap, baby, one, two, three
I'm from the 425, but I'm green everywhere, but I'm still reppin' for the Northside
Ayy, let's talk about it then. Let's talk about them times you was lyin, yeah, why you stay lyin
Ayy, you a silly boy, you a colorful boy, yeah, couldn't even stay between them lines
Yeah, I'm tighter than a rope, ayy, Lil Brody walk that line, he ain't really tryna walk that line
Better watch who you with, better watch who you call kin, yeah, better watch your spine
Ayy, wrap it up, wrap it up like a dump run
Talkin' on dinero, tú nunca seen a lump sum
Used to talk on me hella, but now they feelin' dumb-dumb
Gave that bitch some gum-gum, I think she got the run-runs
Turned her to a runner, now she rockin' heels, no dunks
Rock a bye baby, lookin' at me, call me mama
I'm a big don-don, he a Jimmy Johnner think he mad
Cause I turned his main hoe into a goner
But I ain't trippin' on her though, cause I done had better offers
Check offerup, I just pay with apple wallet
I don't keep dollars like I never been a baller, but I been ballin
Baby, I just never been a flosser
Word to my father, he said everything I do, do it with a passion, and do it with some caution
And I believe him, and all them friends you got, yeah, delete them
Cause they'll have you put up in a coffin
Baby, why you coughin
You is not cheifin that is not no gas
Baby, I'ma start leavin
Who needs that
I got runtz for the cheapest
Baby, run it back like I need some extra season
Big stepper, runnin' through them plates like a bench presser
Mix and master in the kitchen
Baby, I'm a compressor
Dropped out of school, dumb kid
You cannot test me
Grew up in them group homes
Always in a new shelter
Turned into a road runner
Yeah, baby, you guessed it
Turned into a pole-clutcher
Got a thing for new weapons
I ain't with the hype, nah
I be feelin' too seperate had to cut his lights out
He was actin' too extra
Yeen go OT
If yeen ain't come back with some empty bags of some white tees
You is really O.D
You really love yo' self
Baby, yeah, you really don't love me
Ayy, let's talk about it B
Let's take it from the top of the rap
Baby, one, two, three
I'm from the 425
But I'm green everywhere
But I'm still reppin' for the north side
Ayy, wrap it up
Wrap it up like a dump run
Talkin' on dinero
Tu nunca seen a lump sum
Used to talk on me hella
But now they feelin' dumb-dumb
Gave that bitch some gum-gum
I think she got the run-runs
Turned her to a runner
Now she rockin' heels, no dunks
Rock a bye baby
Lookin' at me
Call me mama
I'm a big don-don
He a Jimmy Johner, think he mad
Cause I turned his main hoe into a goner