This is a Victory Lap feat. OTS Jay by TCM Optic Lyrics
[Hook: TCM Optic]
Liar, liar
Lying in the pulpit
Fork up on the grill, baby I'm back on my bullshit
Never been an addict but I she think she got the good shit
One more bar in my face, Imma lose it
Yeah
Better like this (like this)
I was down bad, now I'm over that shit
Got a whole bag, threw it right on my wrist
Victory laps, you ain't driving like this
You ain't driving like
[Verse 1: TCM Optic]
Like me
You might be counting up but you ain't got it like me
Tryna spin all on my block up in some purple Nikes
Niggas hating on the internet, they mad typing
Louboutins on my feet
Bloody with the red soles
Oh no no, don't come around because i got the best clothes
Stunting in thе velcros
Told y'all I was next though
Said it to my (--)
Now she see mе flex so
Smoke the competition like I'm overdosing
This that real exotic in the glass, straight OG
I don't even smoke but if you bringing out trophies
I ball like Kobe, It ain't no OT, yeah
Hold up, lemme grab the mac, yeah
Keep that thing on attack, yeah
You don't want a no shootout with me, spraying off the Double Tap, yeah
Cause that thing gon' sing that jingle, hit that rat-a-tat, (yeah)
Call you out, hundred racks, (yeah)
That's gon' leave you Bernie Mac'd
Matter fact, I could get you taken out for half of that
Me and A' like Meek and Drake we hop in this bitch "Back to Back" (yeah)
You think your bitch loyal but she'll throw it back for half a stack
She tryna hop in the ghost, I got her screaming out "where Casper at", yeah
[Verse 2: OTS Jay]
It's crazy, been a few months since I've been done with you
Sometimes I feel locked up
Sometimes I feel alone
So I'll just take the keys
I let it pass and I go "zoom"
It's crazy people change and now I gotta watch you move
And every time I get close you be stupid
Leaving soon
So when you try to fuck with me you better know I'm gone
Cause baby I ain't never been okay in so long
I've been so lost in a maze
Money like a toolkit, baby I've been great
I ain't ever know that I would never be okay
Taking all this money to my grave
Everyday feel useless
Money like a toolkit
Everyday I use it
Since you was acting foolish
Getting all this money by my lonely
Drop up in the Ghost baby
It be kinda holy
Sippin' on that lean baby
I been rolling
Balling, 24 like Kobe
Smoking on that OG
Finna get that trophy
[Hook: TCM Optic]
Liar, liar
Lying in the pulpit
Fork up on the grill, baby I'm back on my bullshit
Never been an addict but I she think she got the good shit
One more bar in my face, Imma lose it
Yeah
Better like this (like this)
I was down bad, now I'm over that shit
Got a whole bag, threw it right on my wrist
Victory laps, you ain't driving like this
You ain't driving like
Liar, liar
Lying in the pulpit
Fork up on the grill, baby I'm back on my bullshit
Never been an addict but I she think she got the good shit
One more bar in my face, Imma lose it
Yeah
Better like this (like this)
I was down bad, now I'm over that shit
Got a whole bag, threw it right on my wrist
Victory laps, you ain't driving like this
You ain't driving like
[Verse 1: TCM Optic]
Like me
You might be counting up but you ain't got it like me
Tryna spin all on my block up in some purple Nikes
Niggas hating on the internet, they mad typing
Louboutins on my feet
Bloody with the red soles
Oh no no, don't come around because i got the best clothes
Stunting in thе velcros
Told y'all I was next though
Said it to my (--)
Now she see mе flex so
Smoke the competition like I'm overdosing
This that real exotic in the glass, straight OG
I don't even smoke but if you bringing out trophies
I ball like Kobe, It ain't no OT, yeah
Hold up, lemme grab the mac, yeah
Keep that thing on attack, yeah
You don't want a no shootout with me, spraying off the Double Tap, yeah
Cause that thing gon' sing that jingle, hit that rat-a-tat, (yeah)
Call you out, hundred racks, (yeah)
That's gon' leave you Bernie Mac'd
Matter fact, I could get you taken out for half of that
Me and A' like Meek and Drake we hop in this bitch "Back to Back" (yeah)
You think your bitch loyal but she'll throw it back for half a stack
She tryna hop in the ghost, I got her screaming out "where Casper at", yeah
[Verse 2: OTS Jay]
It's crazy, been a few months since I've been done with you
Sometimes I feel locked up
Sometimes I feel alone
So I'll just take the keys
I let it pass and I go "zoom"
It's crazy people change and now I gotta watch you move
And every time I get close you be stupid
Leaving soon
So when you try to fuck with me you better know I'm gone
Cause baby I ain't never been okay in so long
I've been so lost in a maze
Money like a toolkit, baby I've been great
I ain't ever know that I would never be okay
Taking all this money to my grave
Everyday feel useless
Money like a toolkit
Everyday I use it
Since you was acting foolish
Getting all this money by my lonely
Drop up in the Ghost baby
It be kinda holy
Sippin' on that lean baby
I been rolling
Balling, 24 like Kobe
Smoking on that OG
Finna get that trophy
[Hook: TCM Optic]
Liar, liar
Lying in the pulpit
Fork up on the grill, baby I'm back on my bullshit
Never been an addict but I she think she got the good shit
One more bar in my face, Imma lose it
Yeah
Better like this (like this)
I was down bad, now I'm over that shit
Got a whole bag, threw it right on my wrist
Victory laps, you ain't driving like this
You ain't driving like