OTW Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuck-)
(Welcome to First Class)

I got some hoes on the way
No sex, just face
I'm on the block wit' that .9 on my waist
Nigga run up, get shot in the face
Eatin' at Benihana's
Ain't ridin' in no Honda
These bullets, they hit you, they burn like a sauna
Yeah, my bitch so bad, she look like Rihanna
These niggas trying to ride my wave, they bitin' this shit, just like piranhas
Yeah, I got drip for days
All that hating you niggas is doin', I hope it can get y'all paid
I don't even want your bitch, she in my DM gettin' slayed
I got hella hoes, don't need no more
I don't even do no lean, can't sip no more
You ain't even got no racks, feel bad for you bro
That shit tragic
I don't even panic
When it come to that static
I'ma let you have it
Wanna talk about fashion?
These niggas ain't havin'
These niggas ain't drippin', stylin', nothin'
Chopper leave you carved like a pumpkin
My niggas ain't up to no good but they up to somethin'

Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go