Lyrics:

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy (Yeah, uh, uh, huh)
Ayy, ayy (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 1]
Nigga, I don't know you, nigga, you don't know me, I'm from OT (I'm from OT)
Whenever I'm 'round it's like the corner store, sell more teas (The corner store sell more)
As my reputation proceed (Grr), it seem like more bleed (Grr, grr)
If I had one wish, I'd turn my problems into codeine (Into drank)
Eight bands, thank God, amen, finessed for four Ps
Times a hundred, nigga, I'm gettin' money, that's on the rumble
Straight from Humble, niggas ain't talkin' numbers, a real boss
Call me when it's bought, I hate to talk to runners, close your mouth (Close your mouth)
If you gеt caught, your silence don't cost you nothin', had nothin' (Had nothin')
Straight from out the strugglе, I'm talkin' bread and butter, Red's brother
First one to love me when I knew they ain't love me, Red dumpin'
Know I'ma follow up, ain't no damn runnin', handcuff me
Ain't no cooperatin', ain't sayin' nothin' (Shh)
Say it's up, I got a gun for a nigga to stand under (I got a gun for you to stand under)
[Chorus]
Yeah, round of applause (Round of applause)
He turned a man, a hundred grand, he finally dropped his balls (He finally dropped shit)
Shit, I feel wrong, they say I came up off of fentanyl (Fentanyl)
I ask the streets and they say, 'Gee, you trippin', hell nah' (Nigga, hell nah)
We all tryna ball (Yeah), we all tryna win (Yeah)
And if I had another chance, I'd probably win again (I'd probably win again)
God if I'm wrong, so bless your dawg, I'm finna sin again (I'm finna sin again)

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