DT O.T. shit O.T. shit O.T. shit O.T. shit O.T. shit O.T. shit O.T. shit Want my bread, I got pennies So they want me dead I'm the best, all these niggas tryna break my neck As I said, you might find your bitch inside my bag I won't rest till these niggas fill my brain with lead As I press, I like showin' all my diamonds dance Pee my stance, all you pussies tryna catch a glance She say what you sippin' on, I want some in my glass Sorry baby, I can't share this if you got no ass It's cool, if you hate me bitch Got you cryin' like a motherfuckin' baby bitch How the fuck you thought you was gon' be my lady bitch If you talkin' bout you tryna have a baby bitch I ain't a fool, you can't play me bitch Want my digits, you gon' have to fuckin' pay me bitch Now she tryna tell me that she want a fuckin' pic Only take a pic if shorty down to suck some dick Most you niggas actin' like you kinda scared of me Got you shakin' cause you never got ahead of me All this shit ain't really what it all appear to be Stop the talkin' pussy, all you niggas many me's Yo baby textin' me like can you fuckin' tell her please I don't hesitate to give you all these luxuries Got these niggas talkin' and these bitches on they knees Want you motherfuckers off my dick pretty please Yo say a word it's you fam Yo I've been looking for you everywhere Tell me how it's been a crazy couple years since you dropped a album or whatever But yo it's time for you to regain your tone Man's are acting soft and silly out here fam Peace out