OT RAD - ROOTS Lyrics

Gettin' back to my roots... back to the coupes, yeah
Take me back to my troops... back to the booth, yeah
Spittin' that peace, Rollin' up grease
F*ckin' on treesh, yeah
OTG, bitch

ODB-s, yes
1, 2 ,3 dem'
No between us... Know we clean up
Man I come up from the nowhere down
Where the bread flow strong, shit a keep you round
But it ain't my town, Me a seek to be around
Need a new playing field
I been run these grounds, ay
Hold 'bout 12 rounds imma fight this life till I get my crown
Head clear not frown, big year uptown, steer clear of the bullshit ah keep you down
I say f*ck that sound, yeah
No cap no gown, yeah
I say smoke this pound, yeah
Put the Bleeze up n' pass round, yeah
Got her knees up, body down yeah
Batista do the bomba...
Back breaker, Barraka...
Big breesha, money commas
She wanna dance bachata in Bahamas
She wanna be a nigga baby mamma, damn
Bad ting dem' no novice, yeah
Soul snatcher, so heartless
Brush it off, brush it off
700, rockin' mauve
Dussé, top it off
Getting lit getting pretty sauced
Killing shit sticking to the cause
Sifting through the dirt it's a mirage
Gotta find your way to be the boss
I been on some working on my flaws
Turbo in this bitch I hit the nos

Gettin' back to my roots... back to the coupes, yeah
Take me back to my troops... back to the booth, yeah
Spittin' that peace, Rollin' up grease
F*ckin' on treesh, yeah
OTG, bitch

Ha
Big waist-man
Imma need that, I don't play fair...
Cute shorty, nice hair
Lookin' at me when she in here...
Give up?
F*ck that, Imma be great till the man no more here
Super clear chandelier
With the Dussé, don't hand me no beer
Nigga I'm so hip (Bless Up)
R.I.P NIP
Been tryna get good for a grip
Run it up, Need a M&M quick
You say you f*ck with mans, but ya don't
You try to grease down man for a hoe
Too bad I don't give a f*ck about a hoe...
Big Goon Man, gotta stay ten toes

Man enough ah dem' wild talk
Yea yea I say f*ck what you saying...
This here be the ultimate grease
Big dog, issa game you playin', yea
And I stay 10 toes down, money come go round
Never be a option ease up when you been low down, yea
I got the sauce all overflow no drown
A nigga dippy from the top down...
I'm getting chippy with the bitches
Princess, now she talkin' bout she want some riches...
No fishing, No flex
I'm just getting richer off the mission
No trippin', All set
Nigga we can get it if it's friction
No misses, all net
I roll it while I ride around and flip it

Gettin' back to my roots... back to the coupes, yeah
Take me back to my troops... back to the booth, yeah
Spittin' that peace, Rollin' up grease
F*ckin' on treesh, yeah
OTG, bitch