OTR Freestyle
I just hit a b**ch that I had on my checklist
It was a seven hour drive just to get my necklace
Ny vibe chop cheese for breakfast
Is you off fake pills because you acting pressed b**ch
A hoe tellin me no is something I ain't impressed wit
Ima drop that b**ch off an GPS my next b**ch
I want a trackhawk I'm thinking bout my next whip
Did fifty-eight off twenty-two I'm thinking bout my next flip
Aye
I don't want my old b**ch i got new money
Take a look at my neck b**ch that's a cool twenty
Why u telling everybody what you gone do to me
Ima pop my big bro cousin if he move funny
Said I was gone chill but now I'm back at it
I was skipping school still learning mathematics
That sh*t you smoking garb dawg you need to trash bag it
You gotta send a extra ten if you gotta cash app it
Aye
Trips to LA got me plane riding
You know that b**ch a liar if she ever say I'm lame vibin
I don't f*ck with him cuz he be name dropping
He be doing b**ch a** sh*t to get his name poppin
Stop all that cappin tell the truth
Birds of a feather flock together you a swoop
Slither up his block an do-da-do
It's Hoppo BustDown I'm prolly hanging out the roof
It was a seven hour drive just to get my necklace
Ny vibe chop cheese for breakfast
Is you off fake pills because you acting pressed b**ch
A hoe tellin me no is something I ain't impressed wit
Ima drop that b**ch off an GPS my next b**ch
I want a trackhawk I'm thinking bout my next whip
Did fifty-eight off twenty-two I'm thinking bout my next flip
Aye
I don't want my old b**ch i got new money
Take a look at my neck b**ch that's a cool twenty
Why u telling everybody what you gone do to me
Ima pop my big bro cousin if he move funny
Said I was gone chill but now I'm back at it
I was skipping school still learning mathematics
That sh*t you smoking garb dawg you need to trash bag it
You gotta send a extra ten if you gotta cash app it
Aye
Trips to LA got me plane riding
You know that b**ch a liar if she ever say I'm lame vibin
I don't f*ck with him cuz he be name dropping
He be doing b**ch a** sh*t to get his name poppin
Stop all that cappin tell the truth
Birds of a feather flock together you a swoop
Slither up his block an do-da-do
It's Hoppo BustDown I'm prolly hanging out the roof
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Writer(s): Brandon Grzeskowiak
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