That nigga, oh
She like, "Fuck that nigga"
(Arjayonthebeat)

I got on my enemigo red bottoms
Coupe came enemigo blue
Anybody KKK
Bitch, my plug, my shooter too

Got my lil' hottie screamin' out, "Fucc cuh"
Got my lil' hottie screamin' out, "Fucc cuh"
Pullin' drinks, offer more cost than dranks
Got my hottie screamin' out, "Fuck love"
Fuck love
Screamin' out, "Fuck love"
Fuck love
Got my hottie screamin' out, "Fuck love"
Fucc cuh
She be feelin' like, "Fuck that nigga"
Fuck love
Fucc cuh
Fuck love

Throwin' up G's, she throwin' up B's
Some niggas bang C's
Some niggas bang P's
Some niggas bang Fruits
Some niggas bang Trees
I'm hangin' like grapes, just hit the Georgia Peach
Ayy, ayy, I
I'm like Hoover, 6-0, 6-9
I do my shorty
When I do my grind
Got her feelin' like, "Fuck that nigga"
Lil' hottie gon' bust that trigger
I, ayy, ayy
Yeah
I make her squirt, make her spray
Yeah, yeah
I'm in the turf, when she lay
I'm out here makin' these plays

I got on my enemigo red bottoms
Coupe came enemigo blue
Anybody KKK
Bitch, my plug, my shooter too

Got my lil' hottie screamin' out, "Fucc cuh"
Got my lil' hottie screamin' out, "Fucc cuh"
Pullin' drinks, offer more cost than dranks
Got my hottie screamin' out, "Fuck love"
Fuck love
Screamin' out, "Fuck love"
Fuck love
Got my hottie screamin' out, "Fuck love"
Fucc cuh
She be feelin' like, "Fuck that nigga"

Put my lil' ho in some red bottoms (red bottoms)
Free all of my niggas 'cause the feds got 'em (feds got 'em)
I don't know shit, nigga, I don't know who shot 'em (Who?)
I don't know shit, nigga, I don't know who shot 'em (I don't know)
She a blood but she fuck with them cuh niggas (cuh)
I don't bang, but she wanna come and fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
Got a Backwoods and you know it's stuffed, nigga
Got a Backwoods blunt and it's stuffed, nigga (gang)
I want all the dough, all the crust, nigga (crust, nigga)
Give me all the dope 'fore I bust niggas (bah)
You wasn't with me when I had to take the bus, nigga
So you not comin' with, now that I'm up, nigga (woo)
Free my nigga Greedo out them cuffs, nigga
Free my brodie Drakeo, that's a must, nigga (my nigga)
I think I need a bandanna, I'm too cut, nigga
I think I need a bandanna, I'm too cut, nigga

Ah, ah
(Arjay on the beat)
I, I, I
I'm like Hoover, 6-0, 6-9
I do my shorty
When I do my grind
Got her feelin' like, "Fuck that nigga"
Lil' hottie gon' bust that trigger
Ah, ah, ayy, ayy
Yeah

"Yeah, we started OTX
Like, OTX it's pretty much like, a family now"

Long live my nigga Josh, we love you
Josh's world forever

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Alejandro Carranza, Christopher A. Stewart, Jason Jackson, Juan T. Jr. Jones, Robert D. Dickson, Terius Youngdell Nash