Top Songs By Octi
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
octi 2famous
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Hit a bag like the Hilton Hotel)
(Yeah, I bring the bag...)
Hit a bag like the Hilton Hotel
Yeah, I bring the bag like it's Show & Tell
In a nutshell, turn up, Johnny Knoxville
I be real tweak', you know, you know, don't hotbox here
You know that, love that, huff gas, but that's not turning up
That's daily life – pop stims, tweak week, earning guap
That daily tweak, nah, I can't eat, fat burning off
I really got TMJ from all that clenching jaw
Off this and that, you know what? I'on care no more
In 2012, I know your ass loved Macklemore
Fresh '80s in my PC case, nitrous in my drawer
Scene too creepy, bro, you need to self-explore
They so creepy and don't even know it
Say I'm on it, but this day, I'm off it
Shit's so cliche, but you say you want the old me, like, what the fuck?
Goofy guap, paparazzi zombie, like, what the fuck?
The fuck's the old me, you not a nerd
You not a nerd, I know you be in the herd, you don't geek out
You might taste it like a bird
Talking out your ass, bro–
Nah, bro, don't test him, he be off P.v.P., that–
And that–
Yeah, at least, I think it's that, I'm rolling off this and that
Post it, yeah, Postman Pat, yeah, they follow our format
Hit a bag like the Hilton Hotel
Yeah, I bring the bag like it's Show & Tell
In a nutshell, turn up, Johnny Knoxville
I be real tweak', you know, you know, don't hotbox here
You know that, love that, huff gas, but that's not turning up
That's daily life – pop stims, tweak week, earning guap
That daily tweak, nah, I can't eat, fat burning off
I really got TMJ from all that clenching jaw
I know they mad, my bitch, Paris Hilton, bad
Locked in, got that Johnny Knoxville swag
Yeah, we got what they wish they had
Sitting on my ass and I still get a bag
Yeah, they tryna hate, stalk me, like some paparazzi
Geeked up, geeking like I'm Octi, yeah, she know that I'm off a Oxy'
She said I'm hard to love, but she really love me
They use an ALT when they talking shit, man, it's kinda funny
Love the sound of money, hear that beep got me going dummy
Love to count these hunnids, smoking on some sweet, smoking honey
Off that shit, got my nose runny, flexing hard, I'm stunting
Make the money jump like a bunny, walk in with that EOTech and we started gunning
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com