OTL (On the Low) [feat. Trell Hoe]

Yeah...
I fuck with you... oh you kept that?
When we fuckin and shit... that shits between us don't don't don't tell nobody else

You been blowing up my phone
Bitch leave me alone
Posted in the hood
Good weed good smoke
Need to come and get your bitch
Good knees good throat (aye)
And when we fuck keep that on the low
Hit the MOA
That bag I'ma blow
Fat backwoods
That gas I'ma smoke
Pull up on a bitch
Hit that and then go (aye!)
And when we fuck keep that on the low

I had a bitch named...
Oh you thought I was a snitch
You need to keep your lips shut
Before I take your bitch
I was 17 ridin' round in foreign whips
And now I'm 22 ridin' round with foreign chips
I had to bump a lil' shorty on the westside
I had to pick her up and take her to the best side
Hell nah I'll never go out like the next guy
So I hit her then I sent her to the next guy

Bitch I'm where ever the hundreds at
I ain't no worker
I catch plays like I'm a running back
I'm self made and she ridin' while I sell shit
I'm out here more than niggas on the UniDale strip
Was moving fast, sport mode, in that beamer kid
And when I fuck I leave her hotter than a steamer kid
She know Trell Hoe gotta get back to the presidents
So we be fuckin' in the car like it's a residence

You been blowing up my phone
Bitch leave me alone
Posted in the hood
Good weed good smoke
Need to come and get your bitch
Good knees good throat (aye)
And when we fuck keep that on the low
Hit the MOA
That bag I'ma blow
Fat backwoods
That gas I'ma smoke
Pull up on a bitch
Hit that and then go (aye!)
And when we fuck keep that on the low



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Writer(s): Cario Jackson
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