[Intro: Mike Smiff & Tee Girzzley]
(We Make It Bang)
Yeah (G7), OTM (Mike Smiff, what up there though?)
I'm on go
I'm just thinkin' out loud, huh (It's a lie, uh)
[Verse 1: Mike Smiff]
I'm the realest nigga in the room (Ayy, yeah)
And I pulled up with a mop and a broom (Ayy, grr)
Poppin' pills in the middle of the afternoon (Grrah)
Drinkin' liquor in the middle of the afternoon (Grrah)
He don't like me, I don't want to talk to him (Ayy, grrah)
He don't like me, I don't want to talk to him (Grrah)
Leave a whole in him big enough to walk through him (Boom, boom, boom)
Used to be a lil' dog, I'm a boss now (Woof)
I'm that motherfuckin' nigga on this side of town (Uh, grr)
On these jiggers, two-steppin' like I'm James Brown (Grrah)
Uh, uh, ho, I'm super bad (Uh, uh)
Try mе, I put these sticks on your stupid ass
Uh, uh, ain't nobody give mе shit (Nah)
All love, I went and got mine out the mud (Mine)
Keep this shit G code to the door, bitch (Bitch)
I ain't your motherfuckin' dog, I'm a goat, bitch (I'm the goat, bitch)
Every nigga 'round me on go, bitch (On go)
OTM, who the fuck want smoke, bitch? (Oh yeah)
Drop a bag on a nigga, I'll spend every penny (Grrah)
Until the day a nigga get them, we gon' keep spinnin' (Ah)
Uh, uh, bitch, keep spinnin' (Spinnin')
Uh uh, bitch, keep spinnin' (Keep)
[Bridge: Tee Grizzley & Mike Smiff]
G7
Huh, we gon' be aight (On God)
Mike Smiff, what up though, nigga?
Huh, we gon' be aight (Out of here)
Yeah, I'm out of here (Let's get it)
Out of, out of here, pussy-ass niggas
Yeah, OTM
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Ayy, woo, woo, I'm 'bout to wig (I'm 'bout to wig)
Before you sell that brick, brodie, take me out of bid (Bid)
Give a fuck about a trend, real niggas always in (We know that)
Bronem dizzy, they ain't drunk, bitch, they dizzy 'cause they spin (Boom, boom, boom)
Who birthday is it? I been gettin' all this cake (Gettin' all this cake)
Life a game of chess, I told plenty niggas, "Mate" (I told plenty niggas, "Mate")
You want smoke with us, we sit outside your mama house with Dracs (Waitin' on)
She gon' cook and we gon' kill you when you pull up for a plate (Get low, bah, bah, bah, bah)
She ate it 'cause I had on Prada (Come here)
Don't put your hand out, lil' baby, you ain't gettin' nada (You know)
Got money for the lawyers, we got choppers for the problems (You know that)
Miami to the D, shout out my nigga Zoey Dollaz, you hear me? (Let's get it)
[Chorus: Mike Smiff]
Uh, I'm the realest nigga in the room (Ha)
And I pulled up with a mop and a broom (Grr)
Poppin' pills in the middle of the afternoon (Grrah)
Drinkin' liquor in the middle of the afternoon (Grrah)
He don't like me, I don't want to talk to him (Grrah)
He don't like me, I don't wanna talk to him (Grrah)
OTM, who the fuck want smoke, bitch?
