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OTW Video (MV)




Performed By: 30chalice
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: 30 Chalice
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30chalice - OTW Lyrics
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Swerve, swerve, swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (yurrr)
(Facts like)
We got Slime out here (yeah what we doin' in here?)
We got Dizzy out here
(It's lit in here?)
We got Lizzy out here
(It's lit, 30)
Yeah
(Hashtag)
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
(Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Ay, (Damn)
Ay
Ay
Do I look like I give a f*ck
(No wait, for real)
Do I look like I give a f*ck
Ay (Huh?)
Baby G-Shock, rock face
Buss down Rollie on the way
Plain Jane AP straight
I remember all the bad days
Had to hit my knees then pray
He a target, hit him in the face
I hit the trap every day
I hit that stu every day
Used to be that nigga in the Bape, Comme des Garcon I changed
I just turned a hater to a stain, I guess I'm back in my ways
Ay
Do I look like I give a f*ck
(Nah, for real)
Do I look like I give a f*ck
Ay
Baby G-Shock, rock face
Buss down Rollie on the way
Plain Jane AP, I think you're out of your place
I think you're out of your lane today
I'll rearrange you
I'll take your soul out of its frame, away
War zone, every day a rundown, living in a danger state
Gotta blaze away, every time a nigga make it through a battle shit feel like amazing grace
Gotta change the pace
Buss at the opp and I'm swervin'
I got the drop on him, hop out Suburbans
I got it wrapped on the low-key, wrapped like a Kilo, wrapped like a turban
Glock 45 at your nostrils, acting like Kleenex, wipe your nose urgent
I'm way too wavy, Great Barrier reef, get ya bitch off of me she an urchin
I don't want her, don't even deserve this
Baby G-Shock with a rock hard face
Presidential Rollie on the muhf*ckin' way
Hey
Brand new Audemars Piguet, plain Jane
Imma hit a nigga where his wig at, mayday
Lil nigga love talkin' hot for the gram, I put two shots in ya leg
(Yeah)
F*ck up the bands, f*ck up the cash, I drop a rack on your ass
F*ck up the trap, I do my dance, I count blue faces and laugh
He feeling lucky, I pull out the Tommy, bitch this the return of the mask
Baby G-Shock with a rock hard face
Presidential Rollie on the muhf*ckin' way
Hey
Brand new Audemars Piguet, plain Jane
Imma hit a nigga where his wig at, mayday
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English

Swerve, swerve, swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (yurrr)
(Facts like)
We got Slime out here (yeah what we doin' in here?)
We got Dizzy out here
(It's lit in here?)
We got Lizzy out here
(It's lit, 30)
Yeah
(Hashtag)
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
(Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Damn (Damn)
Ay, (Damn)
Ay
Ay
Do I look like I give a f*ck
(No wait, for real)
Do I look like I give a f*ck
Ay (Huh?)
Baby G-Shock, rock face
Buss down Rollie on the way
Plain Jane AP straight
I remember all the bad days
Had to hit my knees then pray
He a target, hit him in the face
I hit the trap every day
I hit that stu every day
Used to be that nigga in the Bape, Comme des Garcon I changed
I just turned a hater to a stain, I guess I'm back in my ways
Ay
Do I look like I give a f*ck
(Nah, for real)
Do I look like I give a f*ck
Ay
Baby G-Shock, rock face
Buss down Rollie on the way
Plain Jane AP, I think you're out of your place
I think you're out of your lane today
I'll rearrange you
I'll take your soul out of its frame, away
War zone, every day a rundown, living in a danger state
Gotta blaze away, every time a nigga make it through a battle shit feel like amazing grace
Gotta change the pace
Buss at the opp and I'm swervin'
I got the drop on him, hop out Suburbans
I got it wrapped on the low-key, wrapped like a Kilo, wrapped like a turban
Glock 45 at your nostrils, acting like Kleenex, wipe your nose urgent
I'm way too wavy, Great Barrier reef, get ya bitch off of me she an urchin
I don't want her, don't even deserve this
Baby G-Shock with a rock hard face
Presidential Rollie on the muhf*ckin' way
Hey
Brand new Audemars Piguet, plain Jane
Imma hit a nigga where his wig at, mayday
Lil nigga love talkin' hot for the gram, I put two shots in ya leg
(Yeah)
F*ck up the bands, f*ck up the cash, I drop a rack on your ass
F*ck up the trap, I do my dance, I count blue faces and laugh
He feeling lucky, I pull out the Tommy, bitch this the return of the mask
Baby G-Shock with a rock hard face
Presidential Rollie on the muhf*ckin' way
Hey
Brand new Audemars Piguet, plain Jane
Imma hit a nigga where his wig at, mayday
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Writer: 30 Chalice
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