ODG Brill - Otis Lyrics

Okay, she think I'm finna trick cause I got motion
She sayin' she got WAP, come put it on me, don't be boastin'
And she only comin' round cause I got racks, lil' bitch, I'm knowin
I'm feelin' just like Tunchi, nigga, show me my opponent

Shawty let me hit cause I can rap and got my pape up
I split a lil' game, now her shit DLO from the Lakers
I'm the one who put in pain, so how you askin' for a favor
She a hoe and you just lame, because you really tried to save her, go
I seen the cam out and you know I had to throw the O
I never ask for hand outs, I'ma work for shit, that's on my soul
Lil thot bitch, let her hit the spliff, now she wan' f*ck for sure
I see you got a nigga, hit me up when you get time alone
She said it's hard, he got her dot and he be trackin' her
I told broski that I'm slidin' to the block when I'm the cracking her
Shorty throwin' up some thot shit, she sick, I ain't react to her
Everybody dyin' if I find somebody crackin' her

If you tired of your man, give me a call, bitch
If you walkin' past the bros then you gotta dodge all of the dogshit
I came over for a reason, baby, die all of that talkin'
Take some shots on top the L when I get fried, I'm tryna cross it
I got her shit wet, look at the sheets she left a stain
Give her a rack, she got a power trip, she think that she Jermaine
Pop a perky for the kick, I call the 30, Sami Zain
Me and broski locked like Jaylen Ramsey in the game
Broski stopped to get some wraps, I think they raspberry
They be thinkin' we some fiends, cause we get cooked as much as Bradberry
It's angel numbers, shorty told me make a wish, I'm low-key teed
'Cause I was wishin' for some B's, and I ain't get it, givin' bad fairy
You niggas losers, nigga, change up that scheme
You spinned and ain't hit shit, nigga, change up that bean
Lil' shorty on my hit list, I'ma hit by any means
I blew a rack when I was with her, she like, what you got for me?

Okay, she think I'm finna trick cause I got motion
She sayin' she got WAP, come put it on me, don't be boastin'
And she only comin' round cause I got racks, lil' bitch, I'm knowin
I'm feelin' just like Tunechi, nigga, show me my opponent
Shawty let me hit cause I can rap and got my paper up
I spit a lil' game, now her shit DLO from the Lakers
I'm the one who put in pain, so how you askin' for a favor
She a hoe and you just lame because you really tried to save her, go

My head poundin', I told bro down the window
Shorty on my body, but I'm tryna hit her friend though
My oota let off shots, it ain't no duckin', ain't no limbo
He ain't tryna box, he switchin' shit like he Nintendo
Shorty been a go-er, and I know it make his dome ache
We hotboxin' the V, I looked at brodie with the stone face
Shit, don't pass that shit no more, nigga, yeah

She keep askin' what I'm doin', I said I'm slidin' to the yo
She think I'm cappin' though, shorty think I'm slidin' with a hoe
I see that shit be with them niggas, she on slime shit for sure
Like, just look at shorty face, she a dime chick for sure
But I can't slip and I can't lack because I got responsibilities
She really told me, leave the gat at home, bitch, is you kidding me?
Shit, it only took one shot to hit my phone, I know she feelin' me
That Casamigos, got her in the zone she say she missin' me
I'm on my way, don't trip
And she got a voice, might make her do my adlib
Broski said said he put a AirTag on his V so he could track it
Is you goin' home or slidin' back with me, bae, what's happenin'?