OTR lyrics

[Chorus]
Squig-n*gga back home, I'm off the road
Driving everywhere I need to drop off that load
Almost felt my brain pop, had to hop off that stove
I just grabbed all yo' crocs, I ran off with your bowls
I just got your weed and ran off with your stash
Switch on the back in two seconds emptied whole mag
Slap the f*ck out of her if the ho mad

[Verse 1]
How the f*ck you said you the plug? You only a broke ass
Yo' boy look dog sh*t, he only post trash
You don't even post no methods, you don't even post cash
I'm wonderin' is you even havin'?
n*gga copped an eighth, wonderin' should I even bag it?
Nah, that's a waste of plastic (Nah, that's a waste of plastic)
Tryna find a undercover cop, watch your face, it's passin'
If I get caught I'ma give the Drac to Patrick
I see 0.00 on yo' phonе, yo' bank is drastic
How I stretch the money out likе this sh*t elastic
How I put in the ground like he is a casket
How to shut a n*gga up, know I have to wack it
Drink the double the cup for double cup, know I have to slap it
Had to slap the pint, that's what I do when it's real
Pull up to sandy dome, she suckin' this eel
n*ggas scary sitiin' home, the ducking is real
All my thugs and drugs from Palestine like, "f*ck Israel"
With sponge and he got a knife like, "Chucky's real"
Tap you in yo— head piece, the bucket spilled
I gotten a whole head piece, I'ma Chief in this b*tch
OCG, you know we run the reef and it's lit
Dumb ass lady, she'll trade me some di*k for some di*k
Got her fired, now she spammin' my phone and shi'
I can't text her back, I paid off all my loans and shi'
Moncler coat, in the winter I'm a cozy squid
[Chorus]
Squig-n*gga back home, I'm off the road
Driving everywhere I need just to drop off that load
Almost felt my brain pop, had to hop off that stove
I just grabbed all yo' crocs, I ran off with your bowls
I just grabbed your weed, ran off with your stash
Got—got a switch, in two seconds that's the whole mag
Slap the f*ck out the ho if the ho mad

[Verse 2]
Say—say you got the methods, you ain't got no bag
And yo' butt sh*t, boy you only post trash
Wasn't mobile for a minute, want the road back
OCG the kings of trapin', need a whole clap
I'll let that sh*t [?], he still gon' smoke crack
Need my sh*t dark as ever, I'm finna po' black
[You sh*t to my friend?], why he said that your drill wack?
Need to go back