24hrs, DJ Drama - OTW Lyrics

(Gangsta Grillz)
(Hey ma', what it do?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

These niggas is fried they, Ben and Jerry
Don't talk 'bout nothin', that old shit, it get buried
Teach you how to drive it, this Urus
She said, "Boy, you know my pussy almost perfect"
And when I'm in it, it feel like I just went surfin'
Twenty East, don't twenty out, I hope you got your makeup on
In and out of traffic, I ain't tryna waste my Styrofoam
Picture perfect moment, you can really see, I'm havin' it
Courtside at the Hawks game, show up with the baddest bitch
Cartiers not average
I fuck with you, you fuck with me
Let's do it, so the world can see

I'm O-T-W
Drivin' fast, I'm lovin' you
O-T-W
Ain't no waiver, 'cause I'm stuck with you
O-T-W, yeah
O-T-W, yeah, yeah

Valet park, we hop out, it feel like a photoshoot
His and hers, I'm so glad that they just noticed you
I'm on the way to Celine to get you that new bag
I know the pussy is wet, the best I ever had
Been workin' too hard, I barely been sleepin'
I been on my shit
Got blues in my pocket, got blues on my face
And you think I'm a Crip
Been walkin' on beats, and I get my bread up
I'm run on this shit
No longer a Honda Accord, they know me at Forbes
I need an award
Private Club Records, you know this the mob
Know that we on the way
I can not lie, we just worked out the flaws
I keep it real, I just live by the code
I keep it on me, 'cause Lord only know
What y' all on?
What y' all on?
I'm on the way

O-T-W
Drivin' fast, I'm lovin' you
O-T-W
Ain't no waiver, 'cause I'm stuck with you
O-T-W, yeah
O-T-W, yeah, yeah