OT
Yea
Uh huh, yea
Its Mark
OT, Losoe goin' crazy, Luh Mark goin' crazy crazy crazy
In my section with loud and sum perks
Lil bad b big purse
You know what she got in there hurt
He ran up but left in a hearse
I'm putting these niggas in dirt
I'm putting these niggas on shirts
Lord Lord please forgive me
I think I need to go back to church
These niggas cant ask me for anything
These bs in love with my ding-ding
Don't call me less you got the whole 'ting
Don't give a damn won't front you no weed
Pussy nigga don't act like you know me
Bout' to bust they start daily the police
Long live Rokk that nigga was a O.G
Cross states and caught a body OT yea
Must be suicidal you approach me
It's due or die yea you or you
No I cant go fuck a me or you
No I cant go yea it's only you
In a trench coat and sum polo boots yea the thunderstorm what I came thru
Remember being lock in them chains thru
Look at all the pain I done came thru
Overcame bossed up and got me a big bank
Now watch how many niggas just sit on they ass steady hating and thinking they shit stank
Fuck is you niggas thinking
Fuck is you niggas drinking'
Fuck is you niggas hating, I was just demonstrating
Show 'em how to get the paper, Look at my wrist that's real diamonds
Four in my ear, they real shiny
Four pockets full no lil baby but its perfect timing this perfect rhyming
Keep ya b from round' me, keep the stick from round' me
Bound to fuck ya hoe, bound to kill somebody
Another pussy-napping' another homicide
Another nigga mad another mama crying
Another nigga mad another mama crying
Fuck you niggas won't ask for a verse
Got to do what I do till' it works
Didn't pick up the phone when I was down and out hurting
Last year round' this time I was eating with murders
That really put niggas in hearse, really really put niggas on shirts
Lord Lord give my niggas strength be quiet don't ever chirp
This b can't ask me for anything
I should start charging for the ding-ding
Don't call me less you got the whole ting'
Don't give a damn won't front you no weed
Pussy nigga don't act like you know me, bout' to bust they start dialing the police
Long live Rokk the nigga was a O.G long live Rokk that nigga was my O.G yea
In my section with loud and sum perks
Lil bad b big purse
You know what she got in there hurt
He ran up but left in a hearse
I'm putting these niggas in dirt
I'm putting these niggas on shirts
Lord Lord please forgive me
I think I need to go back to church
These niggas cant ask me for anything
These bs in love with my ding-ding
Don't call me less you got the whole 'ting
Don't give a damn won't front you no weed
Pussy nigga don't act like you know me
Bout' to bust they start daily the police
Long live Rokk that nigga was a O.G
Cross states and caught a body OT yea
OT yea OT yea
OT
OT
OT
OT
In my section with loud and sum perks
Lil bad b big purse
You know what she got in there hurt
He ran up but left in a hearse
I'm putting these niggas in dirt
I'm putting these niggas on shirts
Lord Lord please forgive me
I think I need to go back to church
These niggas cant ask me for anything
These bs in love with my ding-ding
Don't call me less you got the whole 'ting
Don't give a damn won't front you no weed
Pussy nigga don't act like you know me
Bout' to bust they start daily the police
Long live Rokk that nigga was a O.G
Cross states and caught a body OT yea
Uh huh, yea
Its Mark
OT, Losoe goin' crazy, Luh Mark goin' crazy crazy crazy
In my section with loud and sum perks
Lil bad b big purse
You know what she got in there hurt
He ran up but left in a hearse
I'm putting these niggas in dirt
I'm putting these niggas on shirts
Lord Lord please forgive me
I think I need to go back to church
These niggas cant ask me for anything
These bs in love with my ding-ding
Don't call me less you got the whole 'ting
Don't give a damn won't front you no weed
Pussy nigga don't act like you know me
Bout' to bust they start daily the police
Long live Rokk that nigga was a O.G
Cross states and caught a body OT yea
Must be suicidal you approach me
It's due or die yea you or you
No I cant go fuck a me or you
No I cant go yea it's only you
In a trench coat and sum polo boots yea the thunderstorm what I came thru
Remember being lock in them chains thru
Look at all the pain I done came thru
Overcame bossed up and got me a big bank
Now watch how many niggas just sit on they ass steady hating and thinking they shit stank
Fuck is you niggas thinking
Fuck is you niggas drinking'
Fuck is you niggas hating, I was just demonstrating
Show 'em how to get the paper, Look at my wrist that's real diamonds
Four in my ear, they real shiny
Four pockets full no lil baby but its perfect timing this perfect rhyming
Keep ya b from round' me, keep the stick from round' me
Bound to fuck ya hoe, bound to kill somebody
Another pussy-napping' another homicide
Another nigga mad another mama crying
Another nigga mad another mama crying
Fuck you niggas won't ask for a verse
Got to do what I do till' it works
Didn't pick up the phone when I was down and out hurting
Last year round' this time I was eating with murders
That really put niggas in hearse, really really put niggas on shirts
Lord Lord give my niggas strength be quiet don't ever chirp
This b can't ask me for anything
I should start charging for the ding-ding
Don't call me less you got the whole ting'
Don't give a damn won't front you no weed
Pussy nigga don't act like you know me, bout' to bust they start dialing the police
Long live Rokk the nigga was a O.G long live Rokk that nigga was my O.G yea
In my section with loud and sum perks
Lil bad b big purse
You know what she got in there hurt
He ran up but left in a hearse
I'm putting these niggas in dirt
I'm putting these niggas on shirts
Lord Lord please forgive me
I think I need to go back to church
These niggas cant ask me for anything
These bs in love with my ding-ding
Don't call me less you got the whole 'ting
Don't give a damn won't front you no weed
Pussy nigga don't act like you know me
Bout' to bust they start daily the police
Long live Rokk that nigga was a O.G
Cross states and caught a body OT yea
OT yea OT yea
OT
OT
OT
OT
In my section with loud and sum perks
Lil bad b big purse
You know what she got in there hurt
He ran up but left in a hearse
I'm putting these niggas in dirt
I'm putting these niggas on shirts
Lord Lord please forgive me
I think I need to go back to church
These niggas cant ask me for anything
These bs in love with my ding-ding
Don't call me less you got the whole 'ting
Don't give a damn won't front you no weed
Pussy nigga don't act like you know me
Bout' to bust they start daily the police
Long live Rokk that nigga was a O.G
Cross states and caught a body OT yea
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Writer(s): Marcus Curtis, Luh Mark
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