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wood - otf ikey lyrics

[intro: otf ikey]
gang
know how the f*ck i’m rockin’, b*tch (chase davis, drop that b*tch)

[chorus: otf ikey]
i’m smokin’ dead n*ggas a wood (in a wood)
my n*ggas hoppin’ out them minivans (minivans)
they runnin’ up, they don’t shoot from distance (rrah)
i know these n*ggas so p*ssy, they some b*tches (they some b*tches)
b*tch, i’m money gang, i’m with them k!llers (money gang)
b*tch, i’m from the wiiic, that’s the jungle (o’block)
foenem drillin’ sh*t, it ain’t nothin’ (rrah)
we lost a lot of n*ggas, that was somethin’ (r.i.p.)
[verse 1: otf ikey]
i lost sheroid, that’s my brother (sheroid)
get the p*ssy n*gga that done shot him (baow)
my n*ggas dishin’ out nothin’ but faceshots (yuh)
then your body drop (body), now you another pack (pack)
we gon’ get this money up and we gon’ turn up on ’em (turn up)
you see my gang shinin’, we ain’t nevеr bummy (blang)
we got all the p, like a hundrеd of ’em (let’s get it)
you know me, racks around and know we runnin’ through ’em (runnin’ through ’em)
they wanna see us lose (yup), i see the hate in you (in you)
i don’t care about these b*tches, i get money out these b*tches (out these b*tches)
you be trickin’ to these b*tches (to these b*tches), n*ggas snitchin’ on they n*gga (n*gga)
you wrote a statement, you a snitch (snitch), you a rat, you a b*tch (b*tch)

[verse 2: booka600]
it’s a lot of armies in the trenches (a lot of armies, yeah)
the get back gang, you know we with it (get back gang)
that’s a couple blocks with them k!llers (that’s a couple blocks)
ridin’ right or wrong, we left a milli’ up (we left a milli’ up)
shoot his face and his groin, he can’t get up (now he can’t get up)
now we smokin’ is ass like a little joint (like a little joint)
n*ggas act all savage but be little boys (but be little boys)
’til we spin on they ass, foenem the decoys (foenem the decoys)
broad day savage sh*t, easy score (easy score)
600, o’block, 300 boys (the 300 boys)
ridin’ ’round, smoke the city by choice (by choice)
or ridin’ ’round the semis, swingin’ doors (swingin’ doors)
[chorus: otf ikey]
i’m smokin’ dead n*ggas a wood (in a wood)
my n*ggas hoppin’ out them minivans (minivans)
they runnin’ up, they don’t shoot from distance (rrah)
i know these n*ggas so p*ssy, they some b*tches (they some b*tches)
b*tch, i’m money gang, i’m with them k!llers (money gang)
b*tch, i’m from the wiiic, that’s the jungle (o’block)
foenem drillin’ sh*t, it ain’t nothin’ (rrah)
we lost a lot of n*ggas, that was somethin’ (r.i.p.)

- otf ikey lyrics

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