Skater face tapped in so I'm movin' low-key Checkin' for her wires, see the police
Ballin' on these hoes like a young Ginobili Ball stud, nothin' like the old me
Know her back in high school, she put me in the friend zone
Now she in my DM, like, baby, hit my phone Ain't got the time, got the focus on the
Mula Cooler than a cooler, yeah, hit it then I
Lose her Henny in my cup, blonde, OG
Can't nobody stop me, I'm Kobe Can't respect you, talkin' to the police
Say you feelin' me, come show me Eastside, baby, real niggas know me
You the baddest lil' baby, you a trophy Play it back, I'll f*ck you to some Jodeci
Really tapped in, don't do no cappin' You get run and cut like when the camera's
Rollin' Niggas actin', judge, hate my black skin
All the shit I been through, the odds was for me to lose
But I still win, sheesh, swear to God that I'm a beast
Young nigga from the east, killin' all these f*ckin' beasts
I'm workin' overtime, I gotta eat Clocked in, never clocked out
Paper on my mind, the money route Stay ten toes while they all countin' me out
Never gave a f*ck what these pussy niggas talkin' bout
One thing they don't wanna see is you gettin' money
They see me bossed up, now my friends said I'm actin' funny
Street smart, never been a dummy Niggas tell a phone line, in person they be jumpy
Legend in the makin', if I said it, then I meant it
It's a different type of glow, bitch, I shine different
Who knew the kid was this gifted
Homies goin' off of being greedy with mine You see, I gotta have that whole thing
Got the vision of a winner and it sound like ching-ching
Every time I come around your city, nigga, bling-bling
Homies goin' off of being greedy with mine You see, I gotta have that whole thing
Got the vision of a winner and it sound like ching-ching
Every time I come around your city, nigga, bling-bling
I'm workin' OT, Henny in my cup, blonde OG Can't nobody stop me, I'm Kobe
Can't respect you if you talkin' to the police Say you feelin' me, come show me
Eastside, baby, real niggas know me You the baddest lil' baby, you a trophy
Blow your back out, f*ck you to some Jodeci
Young Jalen - Goin O.T Lyrics
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Skater face tapped in so I'm movin' low-key Checkin' for her wires, see the police
Ballin' on these hoes like a young Ginobili Ball stud, nothin' like the old me
Know her back in high school, she put me in the friend zone
Now she in my DM, like, baby, hit my phone Ain't got the time, got the focus on the
Mula Cooler than a cooler, yeah, hit it then I
Lose her Henny in my cup, blonde, OG
Can't nobody stop me, I'm Kobe Can't respect you, talkin' to the police
Say you feelin' me, come show me Eastside, baby, real niggas know me
You the baddest lil' baby, you a trophy Play it back, I'll f*ck you to some Jodeci
Really tapped in, don't do no cappin' You get run and cut like when the camera's
Rollin' Niggas actin', judge, hate my black skin
All the shit I been through, the odds was for me to lose
But I still win, sheesh, swear to God that I'm a beast
Young nigga from the east, killin' all these f*ckin' beasts
I'm workin' overtime, I gotta eat Clocked in, never clocked out
Paper on my mind, the money route Stay ten toes while they all countin' me out
Never gave a f*ck what these pussy niggas talkin' bout
One thing they don't wanna see is you gettin' money
They see me bossed up, now my friends said I'm actin' funny
Street smart, never been a dummy Niggas tell a phone line, in person they be jumpy
Legend in the makin', if I said it, then I meant it
It's a different type of glow, bitch, I shine different
Who knew the kid was this gifted
Homies goin' off of being greedy with mine You see, I gotta have that whole thing
Got the vision of a winner and it sound like ching-ching
Every time I come around your city, nigga, bling-bling
Homies goin' off of being greedy with mine You see, I gotta have that whole thing
Got the vision of a winner and it sound like ching-ching
Every time I come around your city, nigga, bling-bling
I'm workin' OT, Henny in my cup, blonde OG Can't nobody stop me, I'm Kobe
Can't respect you if you talkin' to the police Say you feelin' me, come show me
Eastside, baby, real niggas know me You the baddest lil' baby, you a trophy
Blow your back out, f*ck you to some Jodeci
Ballin' on these hoes like a young Ginobili Ball stud, nothin' like the old me
Know her back in high school, she put me in the friend zone
Now she in my DM, like, baby, hit my phone Ain't got the time, got the focus on the
Mula Cooler than a cooler, yeah, hit it then I
Lose her Henny in my cup, blonde, OG
Can't nobody stop me, I'm Kobe Can't respect you, talkin' to the police
Say you feelin' me, come show me Eastside, baby, real niggas know me
You the baddest lil' baby, you a trophy Play it back, I'll f*ck you to some Jodeci
Really tapped in, don't do no cappin' You get run and cut like when the camera's
Rollin' Niggas actin', judge, hate my black skin
All the shit I been through, the odds was for me to lose
But I still win, sheesh, swear to God that I'm a beast
Young nigga from the east, killin' all these f*ckin' beasts
I'm workin' overtime, I gotta eat Clocked in, never clocked out
Paper on my mind, the money route Stay ten toes while they all countin' me out
Never gave a f*ck what these pussy niggas talkin' bout
One thing they don't wanna see is you gettin' money
They see me bossed up, now my friends said I'm actin' funny
Street smart, never been a dummy Niggas tell a phone line, in person they be jumpy
Legend in the makin', if I said it, then I meant it
It's a different type of glow, bitch, I shine different
Who knew the kid was this gifted
Homies goin' off of being greedy with mine You see, I gotta have that whole thing
Got the vision of a winner and it sound like ching-ching
Every time I come around your city, nigga, bling-bling
Homies goin' off of being greedy with mine You see, I gotta have that whole thing
Got the vision of a winner and it sound like ching-ching
Every time I come around your city, nigga, bling-bling
I'm workin' OT, Henny in my cup, blonde OG Can't nobody stop me, I'm Kobe
Can't respect you if you talkin' to the police Say you feelin' me, come show me
Eastside, baby, real niggas know me You the baddest lil' baby, you a trophy
Blow your back out, f*ck you to some Jodeci
Writer: Jalen Wright
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