Mr. OT

Lyrics for Mr. OT

Ayy, I really trap in this bitch Ayy, ayy, I ain't just rappin' in this bitch I just rap in this shit, no Not for real, man Swear, swear Skrrt I'm sellin' pounds of weed, I got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy I'm sellin' pounds of weed, I got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy I really trap in this bitch, I really trap in this bitch, ayy, ayy I don't just rap in this bitch I don't just rap in this bitch, ayy, ayy I'm sellin' pounds of weed, I got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy I'm sellin' pounds of weed, I got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy I really trap in this bitch, I really trap in this bitch, ayy, ayy I ain't just rap in this bitch I ain't just rap in this bitch, ayy, ayy I ain't just rappin' this shit, I was just rappin' a bitch, ayy, ayy I'm really takin' a trip, I'm really takin' your bitch, ayy, ayy Hurry up, send me the zip, I got a package to ship, ayy, ayy I'm really sellin' cocaine, you never been on a plane Talk 'bout your government name, you better stay in your lane We know you niggas is lame, I am a lion or tame Bitch, I'm a wolf, smokin' on kush And I'm a Crip like I'm Took, ayy 'Member that time that they took me Scared me out long as a monkey Boy used to cook in the book, I'm in the kitchen, ayy I'm sellin' pounds of weed, I got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy I'm sellin' pounds of weed, I got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy I really trap in this bitch, I really trap in this bitch, ayy, ayy I don't just rap in this bitch I don't just rap in this bitch, ayy, ayy I'm sellin' pounds of weed, I got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy I'm sellin' pounds of weed, I got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy I really trap in this bitch, I really trap in this bitch, ayy, ayy I ain't just rap in this bitch I ain't just rap in this bitch, ayy, ayy I always bail out of jail, you never been to the pen I know you ready to tell, give 'em a paper and pen You gonna sit in that room, you gonna tell on your friends Nigga, don't try to pretend I'ma just pull up in Benz, I'ma just pull up in Beamer I'ma just pull up in Benz Moved out the hood 'cause I'm rich, no, I don't need me no friend I'ma just pull up with bands Get the gun right out the sand Lift that shit up out his head Lift that shit up out his head Lift that shit up out his head I got these chickens in here, I got these niggas in here I got these shooters with me I'm really sellin' the keys, I'm really sellin' the trees Get your money, get your money, get your bread Fuck around, I'ma aim for your head Get your money, get your money, get your bread Keep fuckin' with me, I'll be aimin' at your head I'ma shoot up your door like I'm aimin' at your bed I was aimin' at your bitch, I was aimin' at your girl I'm sellin' pounds of weed, I got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy I'm sellin' pounds of weed, I got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy I really trap in this bitch, I really trap in this bitch, ayy, ayy I don't just rap in this bitch I don't just rap in this bitch, ayy, ayy I'm sellin' pounds of weed, I got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy I'm sellin' pounds of weed, I got a thousand keys, ayy, ayy I really trap in this bitch, I really trap in this bitch, ayy, ayy I ain't just rap in this bitch I ain't just rap in this bitch, ayy, ayy I really, I really, I really Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh I really trap in this bitch Ayy Got bags, come again You know we got bags, come again You know we got bags, come again You know we got bags I got drugs, I don't cut, no, it's not laced