a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

as usual - otm lyrics

[verse 1: duffy & (bluepesos)]
it’s just gang n em hopping out them trucks(coronado)
just a few sticks pack up in the trunk
mr hoe slapper put my foot up on her neck
n*ggas dumbfounded caught this thunder slam to his chest
talking crazy on the beat i guess we back to the usual
sneak diss the gang wanna see what we gon do to him?

[verse2: duffy & (bluepesos)]
we ain’t talking bout him ion know about no funerals
n*gga think he finna get a pass he delusional
shots fired its confusing em im smoking who we losing to?
canon singing at him its a movie and a musical
shuting n*ggas up any loud n*gga mutable
fake n*ggas bummy i hang him like the(?)
no sir officer its nothing in the car
im just on my way to rap ain’t no guns thats bizzare
(tryna box with the chops step to me im finna spark)
pistol whip in his head left that n*gga seeing starz

[verse 3:bluepsos]
ion care who own in the club we brought sticks up in this b*cth
we caught him slipin early morning guaranteed he his miss his shift
the last n*gga tried to beef we had that n*gga shading tears
why these old nggas hating? sit down drink a beer
off the mussle who they fear they dont really want no problems
gang left em laid out you see that white chalk around him?
we gon strip hi for his dollars rock him sock him
gang came with ten chops all sticks from benihanas
verse 2: duffy
everything we drop hot, why is n*ggas tryna top it?
p got the chop with him i don’t think you wanna box him
i go broke then im back in n*gga’s pockets
put the barrel to a staring ass n*gga eye socket
ling ling bopping otm the hot topic
got it all out the mud n*gga you can never knock it
sp*ce x at his whip mini drake shooting rockets
n*gga think he ali i got a stick for muhammad
2 piece double decker nsync was catastrophic
got it all out the mud n*gga you can never

[bluepesos& “(duffy)]
certified super villains it could get diabolic
n*ggas creeping on the door told them don’t forget to lock it
pickpocket door knocking stashing blowers in the closet
we all punching on sh*t we came in with knuckle busters
stop fronting you ain’t really finna do it quit the bluffing
a dead body in the ocean duffy look what i discovered
it get cold in the summer guess its finna be a disaster
ain’t no real n*ggas left industry full of actors
(any real life questions n*ggas had got answered)
(good drink im pouring up red, fred sanford)
talking all that fiction this will be his last chapter
metal sticks in the function we came in with tiger woods
if some army bullets hit him, bet he get it understood
im finna strip that watch off him not his chain but i should
(and that pound of weed too make him find another joog)
oppositions to a cookie pack you know us smoking good
(n*ggas balling in la bronie james (?) wood)
put some bands on his head all my shooters paid in full
(we ain’t shot at nothing together ain’t no brotherhood)

[outro]
talking crazy like its back to the usual (b*tch)
that’s just gang n em hopping out them trucks n*gga
good looking zay

- otm lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular