OTG

Uh
This the return of the
Most dopest poet
The
Boi who went unnoticed
Now these people steadily quoting him
Name your favorite rapper
But you know he ain't cold as bruh
Kinda Anti social
Do this with ease
Bitch I hope upon the mic
And I'm shootings there breeze
Pretty little thing
Man you know she can't handle the steez
She treat me like a king
And her body I'm aiming please
Begging me to come
While she with you she be begging to leave
Haters constantly
Crossing my eyes
So I'm dotting they tees
Yeah you think that girl is just a tease
But to me she a freak
SWV
Boi I make her get weak in the knees
We don't need to speak
When I see you
Just know what it be
How you broke as fuck
But you say that you keepin G
I keep it bean
Why you say he competing with me
I ain't playin games
Starting to think
That these niggas insane
Choppa spin cycle
Left his shirt with some permanent stains
Uh
Locked and loaded
Ready to take these niggas out
How the fuck you say you rich
If you still sleeping on the couch
How the fuck you get a bitch
If on a date you split the bill
How the fuck you claim you eat
If you ain't reachin for a mill
Hoe
Shit
I don't know
I cannot relate
Said I'm eating rappers
Bitch don't sit them
On these China plates
Never fake
Hear a lot of talking
I ain't never phased
By the end up this
The whole world
Gon know my name



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Writer(s): Tre Dope
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