[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Bang, nigga, ayy
Bang, nigga, ayy
Gang, nigga, ayy
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, ayy
Zaytoven
[Chorus]
Vroom, that's how my car sound
You want smoke? Not now, bitch, I bring the fucking SWAT out
Like a penitentiary, put your block on lockdown
Once you get Otto going, you better know you can't stop now
Bitch, I'm calmed down 'cause I'm riding round
And my chopper down like who yelling now?
Boy, don't be a dipshit, get your shit hit
Get your bitch hit, get your crib hit, kit
[Verse 1]
Ring-ring, it's the money, that lil nigga funny
Bitch, my tummy hungry, bitch, my Johnny hungry
I want some more Johnny's, want some more money
She don't get off the thrax, give that bitch some contact
I swear my .223 be on some spitful shit
It's ripping spinal cords, 911, Eiffel shit
Pussy, calm down 'fore my rifle get
Mad at your ass, hit you from a block or six
I take a logo, and I smoke on it
Like Juelz, my car make a bitch, "Oh boy"
And I be sliding it in it, like a snowboard
I'm rich, bitch, go and beef with a broke boy
Got that Home Depot, got that Lowe's, boy
Set your block on fire, stop, drop and roll, boy
[Chorus]
Vroom, that's how my car sound
You want smoke? Not now, bitch, I bring the fucking SWAT out
Like a penitentiary, put your block on lockdown
Once you get Otto going, you better know you can't stop now
Bitch, I'm calmed down 'cause I'm riding round
And my chopper down like who yelling now?
Boy, don't be a dipshit, get your shit hit
Get your bitch hit, get your crib hit, kit
[Verse 2]
4-5 Otto, that's my motto, I go by Otto Hit The Lotto
In the club, fuck a bottle, here's a hollow
I been about that shit since I was snotnose
I'm in your town and I'm out here
You pillow-talking to these hoes, and I get pillow bands
Ghetto shit? I don't give no damn, nigga
You looking for me? I'll see you when I land, nigga
You boys lowkey a bunch of fucking fans, nigga
I ride i8s, 'Raris and Lams, nigga
Stealing Buicks was my motherfucking profession, nigga
Ayy, I fifteen kick your ass, Jackie Chan, nigga
Only thing you wanted was to be fake friends, nigga
[Chorus]
Vroom, that's how my car sound
You want smoke? Not now, bitch, I bring the fucking SWAT out
Like a penitentiary, put your block on lockdown
Once you get Otto going, you better know you can't stop now
Bitch, I'm calmed down 'cause I'm riding round
And my chopper down like who yelling now?
Boy, don't be a dipshit, get your shit hit
Get your bitch hit, get your crib hit, kit
[Outro]
4-5 Otto, that's my motto, I go by Otto Hit The Lotto
In the club, fuck a bottle, here's a hollow
I been about that shit since I was snotnose
I'm in your town, and I'm out here
You's a lil ass boy, you can't vault here
Hammer in my pants, doing the Hammer dance
You pillow-talking to these hoes, and I get pillow bands
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