Yeah OTM bitch
I can't let this nigga talk I hear a
I can't let this nigga talk, I hear a bitch talk
I be poppin' sutin' blue, It make my wrist walk
I be getting me some money, bread be fit & all
Ysl up on my neck, you come to close gon' be upset
She get complacent had to tell her put her feet up
Need me some more Betty, keys be comin' like Alicia
If I ain't got you then who do, I pray lil ma don't do voodoo
OTM blood yeah we suwu, don't get too high I might sue you
Shawty get so high she touch the clouds, but she still in denial
Dreads swinging, bitch moaning
Green light just change your motion
Hallelujah, God been saving me from all of my demons yeah
Naija boy for life, I clap right back
There ain't no breathing yeah
Eyes seeing double, am I faded oh?
Your playing bro, sneak dissing
What you saying tho, she say I look so famous yo
I ain't been making money right, them party drugs go off all night
I pop like 1 not 2 or 3, 458 in red for me
In the club I'm off that blue
I been hostile for a minute, now I'm coming with the crew
OTM that shit for life
Come around Sko be precise, she say I'm mean but
I can't let this nigga talk, I hear a bitch talk
I be poppin' sutin' blue, It make my wrist walk
I be getting me some money, bread be fit & all
Ysl up on my neck, you come to close gon' be upset
She get complacent had to tell her put her feet up
Need me some more Betty, keys be comin' like Alicia
If I ain't got you then who do, I pray lil ma don't do voodoo
OTM blood yeah we suwu, don't get too high I might sue you
Ain't got time to chill, I'm tryna run a couple mills
This shit a blessing not a curse
Send me the stems I'll lay my verse
Is it my demeanour or my voice?
Spin the block in a Rolls Royce
Get the Urus call her blue, shawty always come in sutin' new
Too much talking bro don't do enough
The SE of the L, that's where I'm from
That's where I'm at, but baby girl how could you tell?
She love my fragrance, love my smell
Je m'appelle Skolo yeah I'm well
Say my D game come from hell
Shoot the 3 I hit the bell
Don't say you don't wanna fuck, but you wanna suck my dick you wild
Tugging & tugging up on my dreads, shawty be too loud
Fuck my dad he left before I came, well who gon' lose now
I got the juice inside the coupe, shawty be lose
I still can't
I can't let this nigga talk, I hear a bitch talk
I be poppin' sutin' blue, It make my wrist walk
I be getting me some money, bread be fit & all
Ysl up on my neck, you come to close gon' be upset
She get complacent had to tell her put her feet up
Need me some more Betty, keys be comin' like Alicia
If I ain't got you then who do, I pray lil ma don't do voodoo
OTM blood yeah we suwu, don't get too high I might sue you
I can't let this nigga talk, I hear a bitch talk
(I hear a, Sko hear a, I hear a, yahhhhh)
I be poppin' sutin' blue, It make my wrist walk
(A nigga really be faded tho)
I be getting me some money, bread be fit & all
(Running to my check, running to my check, you know how I get)
Ysl up on my neck, you come to close gon' be upset
(Baby girl yeah you gon' cry, is u really tryna, OTM bitch)
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