Otto

Ay, man, look, goddammit, man (let's get it!)

Ay, man (catch up)

You know I'm a, I'm a trendsetter (catch up)

This is what I do, you know (bang)

**** take the shit I do

It could be anything, goddammit (beep, beep)

You know what I'm saying, take what I do

You know what I'm saying (turn the music up for me, Chris), they put it in themselves

And they run with it, goddammit (Sosa)

You know, okay, so look (bang, bang)

Like a stolen gun, you know (bang)

When they see the serial number, right (Sosa baby, GBE baby)

And they come back to a **** (Sosa on the beat)

That be me, you know (bang)

I started in the basement (yeah), now I'm in a mansion (bang)

I took Ben Franklin (yeah), and held him for ransom (beep)

I lived with my granny (yeah), now I got ten bedrooms (skrrr, skrrr)

I rolled in a putt putt (yeah), now my car got so much legroom (skrrt, skrrt)

I turned nothing into something, I am a MacGyver (beep)

And the way I do this shit, I am not a tryer

You say, "You got that Wockhardt," I might be your buyer

**** think he going crazy, I might be your driver (skrrt, skrrt, bang)

You try shit, I buy shit

Get to blicking, It's lightning

No 30, It's Mike Vic

That's 52 shots in this hundred

'Cause if you fill it up, it cannot breathe (cannot breathe)

This cash in my pocket cannot leave (cannot leave)

Get seasoned and fall just like leaves (just like leave)

Girl, your **** wanna ball just like me

My whole fucking body numb, larocaine

I'm a motherfucking boss, you're a lame

How I bowl through these ****, you're a lane

Knock your neck down your chest, now you're a chain

I started in the basement (yeah), now I'm in a mansion (bang)

I took Ben Franklin (yeah), and held him for ransom (beep)

I lived with my granny (yeah), now I got ten bedrooms (skrrt, skrrt)

I rolled in a putt putt (yeah), now my car got so much legroom (skrrt, skrrt)

I turned nothing into something, I am a MacGyver (beep)

And the way I do this shit, I am not a tryer

You say, "You got that Wockhardt," I might be your buyer

**** think he going crazy, I might be your driver (skrrt, skrrt, bang)

I'm going so crazy they should put me in a psych ward

She eat me in my Louis shorts, she bite shorts

The weed make me project, there's science in the weed

Let a **** try me, he'll be dying with the trees

You would think I'm flying on this Glo rug, Aladdin

Treat my life like Orlando, it's magic

Play this shit up in the club, it's tragic

You ain't getting money, I can see it, no statics

Up to the top, I climb and climb

No cash for me to see, then I'm going blind

I'm gliding like a glover board, I don't need no wheels

I don't think it's purple rain if I don't see the seal from the start

I started in the basement (yeah), now I'm in a mansion (bang)

I took Ben Franklin (yeah), and held him for ransom (beep)

I lived with my granny (yeah), now I got ten bedrooms (skrrt, skrrt)

I rolled in a putt putt (yeah), now my car got so much legroom (skrrt, skrrt)

I turned nothing into something, I am a MacGyver (beep)

And the way I do this shit, I am not a tryer

You say, "You got that Wockhardt," I might be your buyer

**** think he going crazy, I might be your driver (skrrt, skrrt, bang)

My whole fucking body numb, larocaine

I'm a motherfucking boss, you're a lame

How I ball through these ****, you're a lame

Knock your neck down your chest, now you're a chain

Bang