OTS Freestlye lyrics

[Intro: Marcosongz]
Ayy man
NHL for life, man
Find out that b*tch in me
You already know it is my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
f*ck you talkin' bout
Alright, alright
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Ay yo [?] made)

[Verse 1: Marcosongz]
I'm on his face like some make-up (Oh-oh)
I was broke, now I'm up, got my cake up (Cake)
In the back of a Benz gettin' face up (Benz)
This a live that I live, I can't make up (No)
'Cause my other b*tch callin' me, I'on want no apologies (Pah, pah, pah)
I'm sorry, b*tch we gon' break up
n*ggas they dissin' on me (Woah), yeah they mad
I know a lot of n*ggas, they hate us
Chase his ass down, then wit' a laser (Laser)
Must be drunk if you think I'ma chase her (Blick)
Clip full of that laid, I erase 'em (Erase)
Kidnap and put his hеad in the basement (Basеment)
Keep G's when we just like a Mason (Mason)
Kept a hunnid' wit' them n*ggas, Ben' Franklin (Fah-fah)
I ain't gotta run, no mo'
Callin' Mosey, Sauve and Cisco, they will chase ya (Woah)
[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
Yeah, stockin' in, I got a chopp' (Chopp')
n*ggas, they hatin', they talkin' a lot (Come on)
Flyin' around wit' a stick in a box (Boom-boom!)
23 b*tches and all of 'em thots (Yeah)
I hit her up break her back in (b*tch)
Needed it and full f*ck her backend (Yeah)
My n*gga locked up had to eat, swear
But I paid his bail, you could see I got dumb bread (Ooh)

[Verse 3: Ciscogocrazy]
I'm totin' the yeet, you know it's a glockie (Blick)
Told her "Come over and give me some sloppy" (Yeah)
My Spanish hoes, all call me "Papi" (Uh-huh)
Stackin' this bread, you know it's a hobby (Hobby)
Broke that b*tch back, right in the lobby (I did)
My b*tch she bad, she look like a barbie (Come on)
Poured up some lean, look like a zombie
f*ck her and kick her, you know I'm not sorry (Ooh)

[Verse 4: Sauve]
I'm in Japan, sippin’ on sake
She wit' the whole gang, no bukkake
Hope I make a n*gga dance, jabawaki
I keep a stick on me like I’m huntin'
Put his car like poker, feel like the joker
These n*ggas just a persona
Get his ass, like his ass in Tacoma
Put a chop, they gon' spread like corona
Want the smoke, like a stoner
This game over, turn trust out to a donor
b*tch want me to choke her like I’m homer
At the top of the hill, like I’m Jonah
Cop me a Benz, cop me a Bentley
But I jus’ roll me a Rover (Uh)
Chew on my di*k, roller coaster (Uh)
You in a hole like a gopher (Gopher, b*tch)
[Verse 5: Marcosongz]
Ayy
I do the impossible like him
You can ask about me in the streets
n*ggas hatin’ on me but they wish they was like him
Shoot him with four-four but he lean to the right
I'm a GD but them n*ggas like {?}
It ain't over till I say its over
But its four thous' on me like a clover
Get a pad with some shake I expose him
I told her, “You might that I’m Jehovah “
We don’t bake ‘em, but n*gga I roast ‘em
Hang his body up, I think he a poster
These n*ggas straight cap or posers
I keep that gun under my arm man
We screamin’ out, “f*ck a holster”, uh
Just in case, a n*gga get closer
We in this-

[Verse 6: Lil Mosey]
I’m the most hated, this sh*t never stop, yeah (It don't)
I gettin’ money a lot (C’mon)
Cleanin’ a beat like a mop, yeah (Mop)
Runnin’ yo crib, no I’m not (Boom, boom)
I’m in this b*tch like a Louis (Louis)
Rest in peace Kari and Glewie
I came from a time, where this sh*t always gloomy (Oh)
You the type of n*gga gon' sue me (Ooh, b*tch)
Look at my diamonds, they cold (Yeah)
It’s just me and my n*ggas and poles (Poles)
You not blamin' no more you tote (You tote)
That b*tch she bad, freak hoe (Lil' b*tch)
Don’t gotta worry, I’m rich (Ooh)
But a n*gga still hit some licks (Some licks)
Whole lotta bands on my wrist (Yeah)
And I ballin' like the New York Knicks (Ayy, uh)
[Verse 7: Ciscogocrazy and Lil Mosey]
Smokin’ on G all packed on the wood (Gas)
Run up on me, go lay where you stood (Prraah)
You see I can’t, but I think I should (I should)
You say I won’t, but you know I would (I would)
Would you want a winner? Come f*ck wit’ the team (Uh-huh)
Glock ’26 and it came wit’ a beam (Yeah)
I’m reachin’ the guts, I’m makin’ a cream
All of a movie, it seemed like a dream
Got twenty hoes, the off the coke
n*ggas want static, it’s up it's smoke (Uh)
I’m doin’ my duggy, she takin’ the di*k (Duggy)
b*tch you got one up, I’m tappin’ the stick (He do)
New foreign b*tch, and you know she thick (Ooh)
If she ain’t sucking di*k, so she get the kick (Kick)
Rollie my wrist, she know that sh*t froze
Shooters my team, they lookin’ like pros (Pros)

[Verse 8: Sauve]
My phone on do not disturb
f*ck that b*tch, then I kick to the curb
Me and my bro like Phineas and Ferb
On a bougie, say eighty for the burn
Ain’t got no time for a girl
She swallows my kids like its nerds
New b*tch startin’ to get on my nerves
Sip the lean off a Perc, I’ma curve
Told ‘em n*ggas that it’s you that serve
In the feeling, yeah, this my turn
Lil’ n*gga you not bout that {?}
This Choppa gon’ eat like desert
Get the whip, drive it, skrrt-skrrt
Keep talkin’ ‘bout this and the dirt
Put this di*k in your b*tch, she a flirt
This 45 gon' burn like a perc