OTS Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Marcosongz]
Ay man, in they chair for like, man friend up backed your sh*t
Man you already know what it is man
Gang gang gang gang gang gang, gang
f*ck you talkin' 'bout
Alright, alright, ay, ay, ay

[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 head in the basement (Basement)
Keep G's when we just like a Mason (Mason)
Kept a hunnid' wit' them n*ggas, been franked (Fah-fah)
I ain't gotta run, no mo' callin' Mosey, Sauve
Risk this, go they will chase ya (Woah)

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
Yeah, stalkin' it, 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 backend (b*tch)
Needed it and full f*ck her back (Yeah)
My n*gga locked up had a E-Sport, but I paid his bill
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 (Hah, hah)
She want the whole gang in a Boukaki (b*tch)
Before I make a n*gga dance, drop a Wocky (Uh, uh)
I keep a stick on me like I'm hucky (Pah, bih)
Put his car like a poker, feel like the Joker, these n*ggas just a persona (Uh)
Get his ass, let his ass into coma (Bih)
Put a chopp' they gon' spray like corona (Brrrrr, uh, uh, boom)
Want the smoke like a stoner? It's game over (Woah, yeah)
Turned his chest out to a donner (Doot-doot-doot)
b*tch up on me, then choke her, like I'm Homer (Homer)
At the top of the hill like I'm johnner (Johnner, bih)
Copped me a Benz, copped me a Bentley (Skrrt), but I just roll me a Rover (Uh, b*tch)
Shoot 'em, I did, roller coaster (Coaster, uh), you in a hole like a golfer (Uh), b*tch

[Verse 5: Marcosongz]
Ay (Ay), I do the impossible like him
You can't ask about me in the streets (Uh, uh)
n*ggas hatin' on me, but they wish they was like him (Uh, uh)
Chillin', whip a four four, but he lean to the right
I'm a jiddy boy, them n*ggas like brim (Brim, skrrt)
Yeah, they know which one lost, so it's over (Over)
But his four sounds to me like a clover (Bih)
Get in Paris, they shake, I expose 'em (Pah, pah)
At yo door you might think I'm Jehovah (Boom!)
We don't bake 'em, my n*gga I roast 'em (Roast 'em)
Hang his body up, think he a poster (Poster)
These n*ggas straight cap, propose her (Poser)
I keep that gun under my arm man (Boom!)
We screepin', I'll f*ck a hoster (Hoster), there's a case, a n*gga get closer
Then it's over
[Verse 6: Lil Mosey]
I'm the most hated, this sh*t never stop (It don't), yeah, I get the money a lot (Come on)
Cleanin' 'em, be like a mop (Mop), yeah, runnin' yo crib, no knot (Boom, boom!)
I'm in this b*tch rockin' Louis (Louis)
Rest in peace Kari and Gluey
I came from the top where this sh*t always gloomy (Uh)
You the typa 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 blind no more, you toed (You toed)
That b*tch, she bad, a freak hoe (b*tch)
Don't got a worry, I'm rich (Ooh)
But a n*gga still hit some licks (Some licks)
Whole lotta bands on my wrist (Yeah)
And I'm ballin' like the New York n*ggas (I am)

[Verse 7: Ciscogocrazy]
Smoking on G, I packed in the wood (Gang)
Run up on me, gon' lay you, you stood (Brrrah)
You say I can't, but I think I should (I should)
You say I won't, but you know I would (I would)
b*tch you want a winner? Come f*ck wit' the team (Uh-huh)
Glock 26 and it came wit' a beam (Yeah)
From reachin' the guts, to makin' the cream (Ooh)
All life a movie, it seem like a dream
Got 20 hoes, they all left the coat (Uh)
n*gga want static, it's up his smoke (Pah-pah)
I'm doing my duggy, she taking the di*k (Dun-dun)
Midget got one up, toppin' the stick (He do)
New foreign b*tch and you know she thick (Ooh)
She ain't suckin' di*k, then she get the kick (Kick)
Rollie on my wrist, you know that sh*t froze (Pfft)
Shooters on my team, they lookin' like pros
[Verse 8: Sauve]
My phone on do not disturb (Uh, uh, Sauve)
f*ck the b*tch, then I kick to the curb (Ooh, brrrt, yeah)
Me, my bro, why you finna suburb? (Uh, yeah)
On that Gucci, saved it for the birds (Oh, bih)
Ain't got no time for a curb (Gang, b*tch), she swallow my kids like it's nurse (Pah, pah)
New b*tch startin' get on my nerves (Woah, nerves), seen the link, pop the perc', I'm a Curt (Curt, woah)
Told them n*ggas "Dance, you got surf" (Surf, surf)
In the field, yeah, this my target (Yeah)
Lil' n*gga, you not 'bout that burb (Uh, burb)
This choppa gon' eat like desert (Bih)
Hit the way, drop her, skrrt-skrrt (Skrrt-skrrt, woah)
Keep talkin' 'bout this and the third (Third-third)
Keep diggin' yo b*tch, she a flirt (Doot-doot, flirt)
This full f*ck my brain, like a perc' (Uh, uh, perc', uh)