O.T.T.

Lock it! Yeah I put it lock it
O.T.T, O.T.T, money blowin', chain glowing but the nikey’s are free.
O.T.T, yeah O.T.T, mon’money blowin', chain glowing but the nikey’s are free,
No SAT, straight THC, i’m so mother frickin' calm it’s still a 100 degrees!
N’never call me a, my women be the baddest,
Put that Lizzy in my pocket ima take it to the palace,
Met a lady named Paris, model type glamourous,
Wanna take me back to Wonderland with my friend Alice!
Well you know about it, let’s get out of here,
Girl’s that use their head I call that onomatopoeia
She the source of the sound, ba’ba’bad-est in the town,
Don’t you here that mother frickin' 808 pound!
Lock it! Lock it! Yeah that put it lock it
O.T.T, O.T.T, money blowin', chain glowing but the nikey’s are free.
Hear the hear the hear the bass boom, car go vroom,
Ima bad boy switching lanes but I ain’t lue?
We be in the sky, we ain’t using no balloons,
Get your wind breakers ready i’m the fucking monsoon!
N’n’never cut my losses?
Ain’t got time for crosses,
Never stacking shelves yeah my boys be moving boxes,
Like my Kate Mosses,
Cut the cheque today cos I’m all about profits!
Count my friends on one hand, and e’e’enemies on two,
Couldn’t walk a mile in these Louis V shoes!
Call me F.U.G, s’so O.T.T, got a house up in the country girl you wanna come
and see?!
Club be getting crowded
Let’s get out of here,
Girl’s that use their head I call that onomatopoeia,
She the source of the sound, bad-est in the town,
Don’t you here that mother frickin' 808 pound!
Lock it! Lock it! Yeah that put it lock it
O.T.T, O.T.T, money blowin', chain glowing but the nikey’s are free. Runaway.
Hear the bass boom, car go vroom, Bad boy switching lanes but I ain’t lue?
Lock it! Lock it! Yeah that put it lock it
O.T.T, O.T.T, money blowin', chain glowing but the nikey’s are free.
Hear the bass boom, car go vroom,
Hear the bass boom, car go. runaway,
Bad boy switching lanes but i ain’t lue?