Lyrics O.T.S. - 2ka

Yuh... YUH!
BITCH!
AH! AH! UHH!
Bitch I been... yuh

Bitch I been off the shits!
Yeah I been off the shits
I fuck on yo hoe no accomplice
Ain't an accomplishment
If you runnin' up on me I drop ya quick
I don't do stop and frisk
You test me I test you who droppin' it?
Nahh I'm just talkin' shit
I'm back on my moves, my 1s, and my 2s
My Ps and my Qs, like bitch who is you?
I ain't no Drake
But when I be hittin' yo bihh from the back man that shit is a view
Fuck it up, oou!
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Oou!)
Blowin' a check on my boo
And when she come thru, she throw all that pvssy on me
Then lift me right up outta my mood, bitch!
Yuh!
And a nigga too swift on the rap tip
I done been an OutKast in the back of the LAC
Tryna make 3 Stacks on the rap shit
Never drip too hard, never reach too far for the money
I live in a bag bitch!
So what I do? grab it, bag it, stash it
And it rebounds to my hands like Magic
Young OG, I'm my own co-sign
Niggaz want beef I don't fiend for the bovine
Niggaz too woke, no sleep when it's go time
Black like tints, but I shine, niggaz go blind
Niggaz gon find hard times tryna test mine
And I'm really in the field where the sun shines
On my own wave, y'all niggaz low tide
Boutta make a hunnid mil from my own mind bitch

I been movin' solo on my own, whatchu know?
Can't fuck with my wave, I'm just way outta shore
Said I'm on my wave and I'm way too gone
But that's just something y'all don't know
(That's just something y'all don't know, bitch!)
Said that's just something y'all don't know
(And that's just something y'all don't know, bitch!)
And that's just something y'all don't know
Can't fuck with my wave, I'm just way too gone
And that's just something y'all don't know

HOE, WHY IS YOU FRONTIN?
Steppin' to me like you wanted something?
I be going too hard in the function
Cuz I do not got time for the fuck shit
Lil munchkin
Said it's nothin'
Fuck is you making assumptions?
Like, how could you be so insulting?
Matter fact, hoe don't even bump this
In the back smokin' on a blunt bitch
With the track bumpin' my production
Issa fact that I'm on a jump bitch
I ain't even hit my introduction
So wassup then?
Ima bust in
Blowin' up, end of discussion
Cuz these niggaz be pushin' that button
So I'm glowing up combustion
Ima fuck shit up
Yuh! one time, for ya mind
Two time, cuz a nigga don't hit no switch
Three time (Ah ah ah!)
Strike out when a yung nigga throw my pitch
Nonstop when a yung nigga flip that switch
Go blind when the limelight hit my fit
Steadily movin', choosin' movements
Groovin', couldn't get better than this
Couldn't get better than hittin' the spliff in the back of the whip
While my cousin would drift
Couldn't get better than rooftops out in Brooklyn while a nigga was lit
Sunsets, momma blowing the piff
Turn on the radio, Cumbia hits
Dreaming of stadiums fuckin with this
Thinkin' like, "Damn that's my shit!"
Feel like a hero but meaner
De Niro demeanor
I'm cleaner than Mr. Clean and Billy Mays on a feature
I sweep 'em, no Swiffer
But I beg to differ, in fact, I don't beg
Ciabatta in my pocket, no regular bread
I need me the sloppy, no-regular head
No choppa beneath me, no whole lotta red
But a whole lotta blue in the palm of my hand
BIATCH!

I been moving solo on my own, whatchu know?
Can't fuck with my wave, I'm just way outta shore
Said I'm on my wave and I'm way too gone
But that's just something y'all don't know
(That's just something y'all don't know, bitch!)
Said that's just something y'all don't know
(And that's just something y'all don't know, bitch!)
And that's just something y'all don't know
Can't fuck with my wave, I'm just way too gone
And that's just something y'all don't know