Gotta put in OT
Gotta put in OT
OT
OT
OT
Pa domi
Gotta put in OT
OT
OT
OT
They say form follow function
So I changed my moves
Won't any amount of money make me break my rules
I feed my soul none of that foo
I feed my fam too, organic only
Because WE NOT YOU!
The paper got you geisha, you Mulan Rouge
No make up mane
Boy I really live my claims
Won't any amount of money
Keep me in these chains, to help you slave
They gon have to kill me baby
See my say
All this shit is common sense I mean
Somebody gon feel me baby
I'm on my shit
Nigga need hop off my dick
I got hoes for that so you can save that lip
Or your two cents
Because your opinions like a penny
It's worth nothing unless 10 million more come with it
That's why the ground is littered with them
And they're throw away when given or dropped and forgotten but nobody every miss them
Count them when they gone, if at all
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
They say home is where the heart is
But I'm rarely home
My hearts in the game, my heads in the clouds
So even when I'm present I'm not really around
Niggas act like they omni present because we living in now
But if you... live in the lit, you soon to burn out
Because even if you li the shit
You still in the crowd
Niggas smoke loud and sit and bitch on the couch bout where they blessings went don't hold your breath
If you last real nigga left then what your niggas is
You hoe'd yourself
Look at your team, look at them
Booger sugars, and the shoulda couldas
Got you toot-a- toot instead chugga-chugga
Keep it pushing pussy f*ck the mushy shit
I just smoke sativa eat the cookie crisp
And get back to the hustle
This shit is magic I'm more than a muggle
Ingot a ora like boy in the bubble
They come around when you done with the struggle
Like the missing piece of the puzzle
I love you
You know that I'm loyal but I don't work for you my nigga
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Say Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Say Oh no, no, no
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh no, no, no
Back it up say
Oh no, no, you can't f*ck with me
I don't even rap but you can't f*ck with me
A you fedora wearing african
You know I'm just practicing
Tell them that I'm back again
Tell them that I'm back to sin
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Gotta put in OT
Gotta put in OT
OT
OT
OT
Pa domi
Gotta put in OT
OT
OT
OT
They say form follow function
So I changed my moves
Won't any amount of money make me break my rules
I feed my soul none of that foo
I feed my fam too, organic only
Because WE NOT YOU!
The paper got you geisha, you Mulan Rouge
No make up mane
Boy I really live my claims
Won't any amount of money
Keep me in these chains, to help you slave
They gon have to kill me baby
See my say
All this shit is common sense I mean
Somebody gon feel me baby
I'm on my shit
Nigga need hop off my dick
I got hoes for that so you can save that lip
Or your two cents
Because your opinions like a penny
It's worth nothing unless 10 million more come with it
That's why the ground is littered with them
And they're throw away when given or dropped and forgotten but nobody every miss them
Count them when they gone, if at all
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
They say home is where the heart is
But I'm rarely home
My hearts in the game, my heads in the clouds
So even when I'm present I'm not really around
Niggas act like they omni present because we living in now
But if you... live in the lit, you soon to burn out
Because even if you li the shit
You still in the crowd
Niggas smoke loud and sit and bitch on the couch bout where they blessings went don't hold your breath
If you last real nigga left then what your niggas is
You hoe'd yourself
Look at your team, look at them
Booger sugars, and the shoulda couldas
Got you toot-a- toot instead chugga-chugga
Keep it pushing pussy f*ck the mushy shit
I just smoke sativa eat the cookie crisp
And get back to the hustle
This shit is magic I'm more than a muggle
Ingot a ora like boy in the bubble
They come around when you done with the struggle
Like the missing piece of the puzzle
I love you
You know that I'm loyal but I don't work for you my nigga
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Say Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Say Oh no, no, no
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh no, no, no
Back it up say
Oh no, no, you can't f*ck with me
I don't even rap but you can't f*ck with me
A you fedora wearing african
You know I'm just practicing
Tell them that I'm back again
Tell them that I'm back to sin
Gotta put in OT
OT
OT
OT
Pa domi
Gotta put in OT
OT
OT
OT
They say form follow function
So I changed my moves
Won't any amount of money make me break my rules
I feed my soul none of that foo
I feed my fam too, organic only
Because WE NOT YOU!
The paper got you geisha, you Mulan Rouge
No make up mane
Boy I really live my claims
Won't any amount of money
Keep me in these chains, to help you slave
They gon have to kill me baby
See my say
All this shit is common sense I mean
Somebody gon feel me baby
I'm on my shit
Nigga need hop off my dick
I got hoes for that so you can save that lip
Or your two cents
Because your opinions like a penny
It's worth nothing unless 10 million more come with it
That's why the ground is littered with them
And they're throw away when given or dropped and forgotten but nobody every miss them
Count them when they gone, if at all
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
They say home is where the heart is
But I'm rarely home
My hearts in the game, my heads in the clouds
So even when I'm present I'm not really around
Niggas act like they omni present because we living in now
But if you... live in the lit, you soon to burn out
Because even if you li the shit
You still in the crowd
Niggas smoke loud and sit and bitch on the couch bout where they blessings went don't hold your breath
If you last real nigga left then what your niggas is
You hoe'd yourself
Look at your team, look at them
Booger sugars, and the shoulda couldas
Got you toot-a- toot instead chugga-chugga
Keep it pushing pussy f*ck the mushy shit
I just smoke sativa eat the cookie crisp
And get back to the hustle
This shit is magic I'm more than a muggle
Ingot a ora like boy in the bubble
They come around when you done with the struggle
Like the missing piece of the puzzle
I love you
You know that I'm loyal but I don't work for you my nigga
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Gotta put in OT, OT, OT, OT
Say Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Say Oh no, no, no
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh no, no, no
Back it up say
Oh no, no, you can't f*ck with me
I don't even rap but you can't f*ck with me
A you fedora wearing african
You know I'm just practicing
Tell them that I'm back again
Tell them that I'm back to sin
Writer: Chai Tulani, Glenn Beamon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid