OT

Miami bitch, she on me

Yeah, I ain't mean, I be OT (be OT), huh

She be fuckin' with me, she an OG

Hit him like a fuckin' stizzy, now he OG, on gang

My racks like a opera, I throw that shit, the birds sing

That boy off a rocker if he tryna push the jersey

Lil Wa bring that knocker, ain't no **** hurt me

Your bitch Temu shoppin', got my hoes in LV

Yeah, yeah, gang, gang

Got them dicks on standby, let a **** try somethin'

Boy, keep your head high, know the world got somethin' for ya

I ain't tryna die, not just yet, got some shit to show ya

**** on my team, boy, I'm like, "Fuck you mean?"

Do that show, cha-ching, boy

**** on the internet, turn that to some cheese, boy

Then we could converse about some motherfuckin' green, boy

I got on my own shit, I ain't need no meme for it

Gang, all in the truck with your ho

My lil' bro a fiend for it

****, I ain't gon' chill, for what? Tell these **** come peel somethin'

That lil' ho got lil' butt, but it's cool, she a real one

Gang, gang, gang, gang

****, I ain't gon' chill, for what?

Gang, gang

Breakin' down a fuckin' eighth

Catchin' up fuckin' late

Pussy bald, Andrew Tate

It's the fatal four way

Gang (****, I ain't gon' chill, for what?)

(****, I ain't gon' chill, for what?)

Damn, damn

Yeah, yeah

I'm outside wit lil 3

Twin don't worry she with me

Come and see me VIP

Lil' bitch leave me where I be (Huh)

Lil' bitch leave me where I be (Huh)

Lil' bitch leave me where I be, gang

(Miami, she on me, yeah)

(Miami, she on me, yeah)