OTW

[Intro] I'm on the way Beatboy taught me [Hook] Look, I’m high right now, I don’t feel like no function I’m tryna smoke up, chill out, and hit something I just got paid, wait, that’s every day shit I say come through, no hesitation She say she on the way She on the way [x8] [Verse 1 : Oktane] Look, I don’t hit the club if I don’t want to Ay now call up some broads man, tell em come through Ain’t no kicking it when they get here, nigga this ain’t kung fu And tell her friend if she act right, then she can come too I remember when them women told me They gon make me work for it So I hit the studio, and I worked for it Now I hit the club with all my bros, and she twerk for it Probably cause a young nigga been working boy Got to get it, can a nigga preach? I hop out that pulpit You date a lame nigga girl, stop with that bullshit Your girls knew it, you sound stupid, it’s that new shit Pass me a doobie, you be acting up and ain’t in no movies But the best thing a woman can have is her shit together And if she does baby that’s perfect, let’s get together And I sound like the recipe, upgrade her if she next to me I break her back and smack it just for testing me girl, look [Hook] [Verse 2 : Pricetag] Alright, now point me to a thick bad bitch That ain’t heard of price I’m smoking weed and losing weight, I call that herbal life Hit the homies on the text like what’s the word tonight Where the [?] in the burbs tonight Where the hoes that’s tryna get served tonight Don’t stop, get it ho Second street pimp bitch, call me Deuce Bigalow And if I said I love you, I was probably playing Till I come through and baby pull up like she potty training I’m an IE nigga, got a bitch in Pomona Come through and bust it open any time that I want it She hit me like you need something babe I’m right round the corner Said girl, pick me up some blunts and a cold Arizona I’ll throw that ass in a coma, kush blunts my aroma I don’t fuck with the club, I be at home, I’m a loner Best believe if you hear me, I been burning down something Real west side nigga, I ain’t turning down nigga [Hook] [Verse 3 : Pricetag and Oktane] [Pricetag] I was 17 years old when we made the world do a dance But if I don’t fuck with you now then I never knew you Man you beat your chance, you hear these raps? Whoo, too advanced, mister execute a plan Hold your gat, move your hand I don’t fuck with fake real niggas Do a crime, snitch, and probably take a deal nigga [Oktane] Sit your ass down, nah you can’t blaze and chill with us West sides to the sky, let me keep it real with ya I’m higher than the tip top of a roller coaster The coast supposed to take over the game You know it’s over And then I see your girl, she yawning Then I know she want it The world knowing bout them young niggas from California Brobro keep it going [Pricetag] If they ain’t know, it be the boy The boy, the youngin, be the kid This shit feeling like chronic 2000 and 26 I’m the nigga you can hit, any time or any day boy If you talking bout that pay then you know bitch up on the way [Oktane] Let’s go, you know I do this shit for the town, you understand The family the only people around, you understand I keep it G like it’s at least 1000 on the man Y’all boys just hundreds, we up in the CLS 500, we was riding nigga, bumping this Price said [Pricetag] Oktane do not know who they fucking with If I ain’t know the hand it’s coming from then I ain’t trust it Spent my last on this gold chain, and I ain’t tucking shit I’m finna shine on em, watch a nigga shine on em Gator boot, pimped out suit, I big time on em Word to DJ Sour Milk, I go 909 on em If they ain’t talking money I don’t waste my time on em On the way