M-E-1-3
Whip it, rock it, O.T.
trips and I'm popping
Leave your city like Gotham,
setting up shop and I'm getting it popping
Pirates, soda, with a nip whipping Yola
Kitchen chill while he sit on the sofa,
need the shop send him over
I got LSD and some ecstasy,
I'm in the field with no referee
Get a test for free if you text a G
and get chef for free if you step to me
Still desperately tryna get some P,
know the food come in pedigree
Ain't no profit in selling G's,
so I stack my bread now I'm getting Z's
Whip it, rock it, O.T.
trips and I'm popping Leave your city like Gotham,
setting up shop
and I'm getting it popping Pirates,
soda,
with a nip whipping Yola
Kitchen chill while he sit on the sofa,
need the shop send him over
Overseas to the left of the party,
we're in Asher up now
I'm sipping Bacardi,
baddest bitch when I give up on Narnia Stack for the fam,
I ain't stacked for the Carti I'm waving,
I'm taking a piss,
like a ball bearer,
pray that I miss Was it the rams or the flicks?
Aye, was it the shlets or the kitch?
I'm up in the alley with catties and bits I'm
shotting this Cali to galley and zips Whip it,
rock it,
O.T.
trips and I'm popping Leave your city like Gotham,
setting up shop and I'm getting it popping Pirates,
soda,
with a nip whipping Yola Kitchen chill while he sit on the sofa,
need the shop send him over