Audio Push - OTW lyrics
rate me(Intro)
I'm on the way
Yeah
(Hook)
Look, I’m hot right now, I don’t feel like no function
I’m tryna smoke up, chill out, and hit somethin'
I just got paid, wait, that’s every day shit
I say come thru, no hesitation
She say she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
(Verse)
Look, I don’t hit the club if I don’t want to
Ay now call up some broads man, tell em come thru
Ain't no kicking it when they get here, nigga this ain't kung fu
& tell her friend if she act right, then she can come 2
I remember when them women told me they gon make me work for it
So I hit the studio, & I worked for it
Now I hit the club with all my bros, & she twerk for it
Probably cuz a young nigga been working boy
Got to get it, can a nigga preach? I hop out that pulpit
Ya date a lame nigga girl, stop with that bullshit
Yo girls knew it, ya sound stupid, it’s that new shit
Pass me a doobie, ya be acting up & ain't in no movies
But the best thing a woman can have is her shit together
& if she does, baby, that’s perfect, let’s get together
& I sound like the recipe upgraded
If she next to me I break her back & smack it just for testing me girl
Look
(Hook)
Look, I’m hot right now, I don’t feel like no function
I’m tryna smoke up, chill out, and hit somethin'
I just got paid, wait, that’s every day shit
I say come thru, no hesitation
She say she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
(Verse 2)
Alright, now point me to a thick fat bitch
They ain’t heard of price
I’m smoking weed & losing weight, I call that herbal life
Hit the homies on the text like what’s the word tonight
Where the bouts in the burbs tonight, where the hoes that’s tryna get served tonight?
Don’t stop, get it hoe
Second street pimp, bitch, call me Deuce Bigalow
& if I said I love ya, I was probably playin'
Till I come thru & baby pull up like she was potty training
I’m an IE nigga, got a bitch a promoter
Come thru & bust it open any time that I want to
She hit me like ya need something babe, I’m right round the corner
Said girl, pick me up some blunts & a cold Arizona
I’ll throw that ass in a coma, kush blunts my aroma
I don’t fuck with the club, I be at home, I’m a loner
Best believe if ya hear me, I been burning down something
Real west side nigga, I ain’t turning down nigga
(Hook)
Look, I’m hot right now, I don’t feel like no function
I’m tryna smoke up, chill out, and hit somethin'
I just got paid, wait, that’s every day shit
I say come thru, no hesitation
She say she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
(Verse 3)
I was seventeen years old when we made the world do a dance
But if I don’t fuck with ya now then I neva knew ya
Man ya beat yo chance, ya hear these raps?
Whoo, 2 advanced, mister execute a plan
Hold yo gat, move yo hand
I don’t fuck with fake real niggas
Do a crime, snitch, & probably take a deal nigga
Sit yo ass down, nah ya can’t blaze & chill with us
West sides to the sky, let me keep it real with ya
I’m higher than the tip top of a roller coaster
The coast supposed to take over the game, ya know it’s ova
& then I see yo girl, she yawning, then I know she want it
The world knowing bout them young niggas from California
Bro bro keep it goin'!
(Verse 4)
If they ain’t know, it be the boy
The boy, the young'n, be the kid
This shit feeling like Chronic2000 & twenty six
I’m the nigga ya can hit, any time or any day boy
If ya talking bout that pay then ya know bitch up on the way
Let’s go, ya know I do this shit for the town, ya understand
The family the only people around, ya understand
I keep it G like it’s at least 1000 on the man
Ya boys just 100s, we up in the CLS
500, we was riding nigga, bumping this
Price said, I say thet do not know who they fuckin' with
If I ain’t know the hand it’s coming from then I ain't trust it
Spent my last on this gold chain, & I ain't tucking shit
I’m finna shine on em, watch a nigga shine on em
Gator boot, pimped out suit, I big time on 'em
Word to DJ Sour Milk, I go 909 on em
If they ain’t talking money I don’t waste my time on 'em
On the way!
(Outro)
We on the way
We on the way
We on the way
We on the way
We on the way
