OTR
Kofi a real nigga down to the T
You say you the hottest I do not agree
I just took a poll, the count coming in
The voters said you is not hotter than me
I just been stacking and smoking this tree
The gas I got put you right under the sea
Im chasing a check with the team
Applying this pressure you niggas got no room to breathe
Foot on ya necks I ain't thinking release
No more taking L's Im a winning machine
You real or you fake there ain't no in between
You think that's ya homie, he f*cking police
Never slowdown I forever proceed
I'm chasing the guala you niggas is sleep
Wake up, chase a bag, go to sleep and repeat
And I give a f*ck bout the hate I recieve
Huh
I remember days that I ain't had shit in my pockets
Now I'm on stage, got the crowd screaming and they wilding
Wanna cross that line? It just might get violent
Please don't waste my time, look to the sky, see the stars aligning
Gas in my blunt damn its knocking my chest in
You wasn't putting in work now the best in
I'm putting on from the east to the west end
Stack up the hunnits, make money my best friend
Oou
Can't believe that I had to lose
Made a play then I made a countermove
Had to make a way never sleeping never snooze
And these bitches straight rotten, pick the right fruit!
I'm pickin the fruits of my labor
Hit my plug and we pickin from flavors
Hit yo plug they ain't give you no choice
Now I see why these niggas is haters
I'll pick woods before I hit a paper
Hit a pen before I hit a vapor
I been learning bout stacking my bread
Save it now so you got some for later
Thinkin smart I know how to invest
They been callin me Tomi the trader
You got rich and gave yo niggas nothing
He ain't loyal that nigga a traitor!
Ima be on the cover of Fader
I been ballin like 2010 lakers
Takin risks like I been out in Vegas
Keep this path and see where this will take us
Like a alligator mouth a nigga been snapping
Every word in this rap is a fact ain't no cappin
Got so much weight on me you'd have thought I was trappin
From a family of 5 you might think I'm a Jackson
Made the beat to this rap I'm an all around talent
I know I'm a top tier cuz right now there's no challenge
I'm just finding my place tryna keep life in balance
And I'm plucking my fruit while I sip out this Chalice
You a fan of T Hil stop pretending
Cuz your crush got my shit on repeat
So you play it for her when y'all meet
She don't want you, I know she a freak!
They don't speak on my name in these streets
Cuz I keep my profile on low-key
I remember I planted the seed
Now I'm plucking good fruit from my tree
PLUCK!
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OTR
Kofi a real nigga down to the T
You say you the hottest I do not agree
I just took a poll, the count coming in
The voters said you is not hotter than me
I just been stacking and smoking this tree
The gas I got put you right under the sea
Im chasing a check with the team
Applying this pressure you niggas got no room to breathe
Foot on ya necks I ain't thinking release
No more taking L's Im a winning machine
You real or you fake there ain't no in between
You think that's ya homie, he f*cking police
Never slowdown I forever proceed
I'm chasing the guala you niggas is sleep
Wake up, chase a bag, go to sleep and repeat
And I give a f*ck bout the hate I recieve
Huh
I remember days that I ain't had shit in my pockets
Now I'm on stage, got the crowd screaming and they wilding
Wanna cross that line? It just might get violent
Please don't waste my time, look to the sky, see the stars aligning
Gas in my blunt damn its knocking my chest in
You wasn't putting in work now the best in
I'm putting on from the east to the west end
Stack up the hunnits, make money my best friend
Oou
Can't believe that I had to lose
Made a play then I made a countermove
Had to make a way never sleeping never snooze
And these bitches straight rotten, pick the right fruit!
I'm pickin the fruits of my labor
Hit my plug and we pickin from flavors
Hit yo plug they ain't give you no choice
Now I see why these niggas is haters
I'll pick woods before I hit a paper
Hit a pen before I hit a vapor
I been learning bout stacking my bread
Save it now so you got some for later
Thinkin smart I know how to invest
They been callin me Tomi the trader
You got rich and gave yo niggas nothing
He ain't loyal that nigga a traitor!
Ima be on the cover of Fader
I been ballin like 2010 lakers
Takin risks like I been out in Vegas
Keep this path and see where this will take us
Like a alligator mouth a nigga been snapping
Every word in this rap is a fact ain't no cappin
Got so much weight on me you'd have thought I was trappin
From a family of 5 you might think I'm a Jackson
Made the beat to this rap I'm an all around talent
I know I'm a top tier cuz right now there's no challenge
I'm just finding my place tryna keep life in balance
And I'm plucking my fruit while I sip out this Chalice
You a fan of T Hil stop pretending
Cuz your crush got my shit on repeat
So you play it for her when y'all meet
She don't want you, I know she a freak!
They don't speak on my name in these streets
Cuz I keep my profile on low-key
I remember I planted the seed
Now I'm plucking good fruit from my tree
PLUCK!
Kofi a real nigga down to the T
You say you the hottest I do not agree
I just took a poll, the count coming in
The voters said you is not hotter than me
I just been stacking and smoking this tree
The gas I got put you right under the sea
Im chasing a check with the team
Applying this pressure you niggas got no room to breathe
Foot on ya necks I ain't thinking release
No more taking L's Im a winning machine
You real or you fake there ain't no in between
You think that's ya homie, he f*cking police
Never slowdown I forever proceed
I'm chasing the guala you niggas is sleep
Wake up, chase a bag, go to sleep and repeat
And I give a f*ck bout the hate I recieve
Huh
I remember days that I ain't had shit in my pockets
Now I'm on stage, got the crowd screaming and they wilding
Wanna cross that line? It just might get violent
Please don't waste my time, look to the sky, see the stars aligning
Gas in my blunt damn its knocking my chest in
You wasn't putting in work now the best in
I'm putting on from the east to the west end
Stack up the hunnits, make money my best friend
Oou
Can't believe that I had to lose
Made a play then I made a countermove
Had to make a way never sleeping never snooze
And these bitches straight rotten, pick the right fruit!
I'm pickin the fruits of my labor
Hit my plug and we pickin from flavors
Hit yo plug they ain't give you no choice
Now I see why these niggas is haters
I'll pick woods before I hit a paper
Hit a pen before I hit a vapor
I been learning bout stacking my bread
Save it now so you got some for later
Thinkin smart I know how to invest
They been callin me Tomi the trader
You got rich and gave yo niggas nothing
He ain't loyal that nigga a traitor!
Ima be on the cover of Fader
I been ballin like 2010 lakers
Takin risks like I been out in Vegas
Keep this path and see where this will take us
Like a alligator mouth a nigga been snapping
Every word in this rap is a fact ain't no cappin
Got so much weight on me you'd have thought I was trappin
From a family of 5 you might think I'm a Jackson
Made the beat to this rap I'm an all around talent
I know I'm a top tier cuz right now there's no challenge
I'm just finding my place tryna keep life in balance
And I'm plucking my fruit while I sip out this Chalice
You a fan of T Hil stop pretending
Cuz your crush got my shit on repeat
So you play it for her when y'all meet
She don't want you, I know she a freak!
They don't speak on my name in these streets
Cuz I keep my profile on low-key
I remember I planted the seed
Now I'm plucking good fruit from my tree
PLUCK!
Writer: Dom Preko, Oluwatomi Bada
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid