OTW

OTW Lyrics

(Intro)
I'm on the way
Yeah
(Hook)
Look, Im hot right now, I dont feel like no function
Im tryna smoke up, chill out, and hit somethin'
I just got paid, wait, thats every day sh*t
I say come thru, no hesitation
She say she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
(Verse)
Look, I dont hit the club if I dont want to
Ay now call up some broads man, tell em come thru
Ain't no kicking it when they get here, nigga this ain't kung fu
& tell her friend if she act right, then she can come 2
I remember when them women told me they gon make me work for it
So I hit the studio, & I worked for it
Now I hit the club with all my bros, & she twerk for it
Probably cuz a young nigga been working boy
Got to get it, can a nigga preach? I hop out that pulpit
Ya date a lame nigga girl, stop with that bullsh*t
Yo girls knew it, ya sound stupid, its that new sh*t
Pass me a doobie, ya be acting up & ain't in no movies
But the best thing a woman can have is her sh*t together
& if she does, baby, thats perfect, lets get together
& I sound like the recipe upgraded
If she next to me I break her back & smack it just for testing me girl
Look
(Hook)
Look, Im hot right now, I dont feel like no function
Im tryna smoke up, chill out, and hit somethin'
I just got paid, wait, thats every day sh*t
I say come thru, no hesitation
She say she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
(Verse 2)
Alright, now point me to a thick fat b**ch
They aint heard of price
Im smoking weed & losing weight, I call that herbal life
Hit the homies on the text like whats the word tonight
Where the bouts in the burbs tonight, where the hoes thats tryna get served tonight?
Dont stop, get it hoe
Second street pimp, b**ch, call me Deuce Bigalow
& if I said I love ya, I was probably playin'
Till I come thru & baby pull up like she was potty training
Im an IE nigga, got a b**ch a promoter
Come thru & bust it open any time that I want to
She hit me like ya need something babe, Im right round the corner
Said girl, pick me up some blunts & a cold Arizona
Ill throw that ass in a coma, kush blunts my aroma
I dont f**k with the club, I be at home, Im a loner
Best believe if ya hear me, I been burning down something
Real west side nigga, I aint turning down nigga
(Hook)
Look, Im hot right now, I dont feel like no function
Im tryna smoke up, chill out, and hit somethin'
I just got paid, wait, thats every day sh*t
I say come thru, no hesitation
She say she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
She on the way, she on the way
(Verse 3)
I was seventeen years old when we made the world do a dance
But if I dont f**k with ya now then I neva knew ya
Man ya beat yo chance, ya hear these raps?
Whoo, 2 advanced, mister execute a plan
Hold yo gat, move yo hand
I dont f**k with fake real niggas
Do a crime, snitch, & probably take a deal nigga
Sit yo ass down, nah ya cant blaze & chill with us
West sides to the sky, let me keep it real with ya
Im higher than the tip top of a roller coaster
The coast supposed to take over the game, ya know its ova
& then I see yo girl, she yawning, then I know she want it
The world knowing bout them young niggas from California
Bro bro keep it goin'!
(Verse 4)
If they aint know, it be the boy
The boy, the young'n, be the kid
This sh*t feeling like Chronic2000 & twenty six
Im the nigga ya can hit, any time or any day boy
If ya talking bout that pay then ya know b**ch up on the way
Lets go, ya know I do this sh*t for the town, ya understand
The family the only people around, ya understand
I keep it G like its at least 1000 on the man
Ya boys just 100s, we up in the CLS
500, we was riding nigga, bumping this
Price said, I say thet do not know who they f**kin' with
If I aint know the hand its coming from then I ain't trust it
Spent my last on this gold chain, & I ain't tucking sh*t
Im finna shine on em, watch a nigga shine on em
Gator boot, pimped out suit, I big time on 'em
Word to DJ Sour Milk, I go 909 on em
If they aint talking money I dont waste my time on 'em
On the way!
(Outro)
We on the way
We on the way
We on the way
We on the way
We on the way