OTF - Lil Zay Osama: letras de canciones, vídeos musicales y conciertos

OTF

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Hip-Hop/Rap

OTF fue publicado el 19 de diciembre de 2025 por Dragonfly Entertainment under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC como parte del álbum YN TAPE

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RESUMEN

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Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Zay Osama

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Isaiah Dukes

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Drakomade

Producer

Coldblime

Producer

Blazer

Producer

Letras

(Brazy)

Uh, uh, yeah (Brazy)

Yeah, uh, uh (yeah, gang shit, ****, you know how the fuck we rockin', ****)

Gang (gang shit only, damn, Drako, you made this?)

Gang, gang, gang (uh, uh, uh)

**** hatin', act like bitches, I locked in with OTF

I ain't dick ridin' for no image, fuck this rap, I'll lay that belt

And he tellin' **** he robbed me, fuck it, I'm gon' take it there

This lil' bitch gave me the drop, I'ma do two hundred to make it there

**** lyin' on murders, you know you ain't do that shit

Tried to get me booked for bam, murder, I'm like, "Who that is?"

Bodies, bodies, bodies, but you ain't one of the ones that do that shit

You got homie hand-me-downs, we seen him when he wore that shit

I ain't get shot by none of the opps

But I was in hot cars, fuckin' the opps up, hoppin' out, runnin' up one of they blocks

Never leave with my gun in the car

I was on high speed with my son in the car

Ain't leavin' the crib without one up on top

Got a crib in the hills and got one on the block, glah, glah, glah

**** pussy, I'm young and turnt, you pay for pussy

Back door season, make my ho get him some pussy

Kill a rapper, gotta pay that bookin'

Shout-out my connect, he laid them 'bows on me

Rob who? Take what? Them pussy **** stole from him

We pop up, any pin we get, still ain't do shit and got lo's on him

Killers over at East out West, put the lords and the 4s on you

We ain't shootin' out none of our hot cars, pull up, swing them doors on you

They big homie was from the low end, he got in that jam and told on 'em

With his snitch ass (bro went bad)

In my city, I'm bigger than Meech (Meech), two million up, like Peezy T (two mill')

Fuck the law, that shit so weak (weak ass)

Stop that bappin', go catch a B (a hat)

Ain't no excuse, swingin' in them cars, Deuce got one leg, still slide on feet (on my mama, though)

We ain't playin', y'all wanna tweak? Lil Ed just smacked somethin' over East (bitch)

On my brother grave, man, **** know what the fuck goin' on, man

On foenem

6300 gang, man, DM double G, man, you know what the fuck goin' on

We back outside, man, on foenem

Let's get it, gang, glah

Written by: Isaiah Dukes

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