Hit-Boy - OTW lyrics

[Intro] I'm on the way Beatboy taught me [Hook] Look, I'm high right now, I don't feel like no function I'm tryna smoke up, chill out, and hit something I just got paid, wait, that's every day sh** I say come through, no hesitation She say she on the way She on the way [x8] [Verse 1 : Oktane] Look, I don't hit the club if I don't want to Ay now call up some broads man, tell em come through Ain't no kicking it when they get here, n***a this ain't kung fu And tell her friend if she act right, then she can come too I remember when them women told me They gon make me work for it So I hit the studio, and I worked for it Now I hit the club with all my bros, and she twerk for it Probably cause a young n***a been working boy Got to get it, can a n***a preach? I hop out that pulpit You date a lame n***a girl, stop with that bullsh** Your girls knew it, you sound stupid, it's that new sh** Pa** me a doobie, you be acting up and ain't in no movies But the best thing a woman can have is her sh** together And if she does baby that's perfect, let's get together And I sound like the recipe, upgrade her if she next to me I break her back and smack it just for testing me girl, look [Hook] [Verse 2 : Pricetag] Alright, now point me to a thick bad b**h That ain't heard of price I'm smoking weed and losing weight, I call that herbal life Hit the homies on the text like what's the word tonight Where the [?] in the burbs tonight Where the hoes that's tryna get served tonight Don't stop, get it ho Second street pimp b**h, call me Deuce Bigalow And if I said I love you, I was probably playing Till I come through and baby pull up like she potty training I'm an IE n***a, got a b**h in Pomona Come through and bust it open any time that I want it She hit me like you need something babe I'm right round the corner Said girl, pick me up some blunts and a cold Arizona I'll throw that a** in a coma, kush blunts my aroma I don't f** with the club, I be at home, I'm a loner Best believe if you hear me, I been burning down something Real west side n***a, I ain't turning down n***a [Hook] [Verse 3 : Pricetag and Oktane] [Pricetag] I was 17 years old when we made the world do a dance But if I don't f** with you now then I never knew you Man you beat your chance, you hear these raps? Whoo, too advanced, mister execute a plan Hold your gat, move your hand I don't f** with fake real n***as Do a crime, snitch, and probably take a deal n***a [Oktane] Sit your a** down, nah you can't blaze and chill with us West sides to the sky, let me keep it real with ya I'm higher than the tip top of a roller coaster The coast supposed to take over the game You know it's over And then I see your girl, she yawning Then I know she want it The world knowing bout them young n***as from California Brobro keep it going [Pricetag] If they ain't know, it be the boy The boy, the youngin, be the kid This sh** feeling like chronic 2000 and 26 I'm the n***a you can hit, any time or any day boy If you talking bout that pay then you know b**h up on the way [Oktane] Let's go, you know I do this sh** for the town, you understand The family the only people around, you understand I keep it G like it's at least 1000 on the man Y'all boys just hundreds, we up in the CLS 500, we was riding n***a, bumping this Price said [Pricetag] Oktane do not know who they f**ing with If I ain't know the hand it's coming from then I ain't trust it Spent my last on this gold chain, and I ain't tucking sh** I'm finna shine on em, watch a n***a 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 ain't talking money I don't waste my time on em On the way