OTR! Lyrics

(Always tryna get a bag for myself)

(I been on a run)

[Aye Zoowe!, You got the deuce?]

I been on the run, always tryna catch a bag for myself

Lanvins got me running fast through the Sandlot

They got me jumping higher like the P.F. Flyers

Taking all my words, you a BMI'er

Imma publish a book my opinion higher (Opinion higher)

Yea, My Momma always tried to keep me from the bad things in this world but I got addicted to fire

I been on the drugs, Mmm (Hey, hey don't go out bad on me now)

(We still got a lot of work to do now)

I been on the run, I been on a run

Yea, I been having fun, I poured my bitch a cup

When I'm countin' my money up in this bitch yea, yea, I'm a player not a thug

I like dirty runtz, I'm a pimp not a player

When I smoke out the zip I'm a facer

He need to get a grip or Imma take her

She so fine how she hittin' that blunt

Yves Saint Laurent what I'm puttin' on

I cannot whine 'cause I been so up

I switch up my style, I'm bipolar

Been doing this a while

Bitch give me head, this your trial

She still trying to figure herself out

Acting real wild, drinking every time she go out (Hoe!)

(Hey, yea Hey!)

I been on the run, always tryna catch a bag for myself

Lanvins got me running fast through the Sandlot

They got me jumping higher like the P.F. Flyers

Taking all my words, you a BMI'er

Imma publish a book my opinion higher

Yea, My Momma always tried to keep me from the bad things in this world but I got addicted to fire (Woah, woah)

I been on the drugs, Mmm (Hey, hey don't go out bad on me now)

(We still got a lot of work to do now)

I been on the run, I been on a run

(I been on a run) (I been on a run)

I be on a run

I be on a run

(Yea yea, yea yea)

(Yea yea, yea yea)

[Aye Zoowe! You got the deuce?]