Audio Push

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

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