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blacc belt - otm lyrics

[intro]
(viper)
(durag straight slappin’ sh*t)

[verse 1: blue pesos]
what’s up with n*ggas? they ain’t ’bout nothin’
they just pump fakers, who bangers, clout chasers
i need the ben franklins, otherwise, b*tch, save it
i sense the pressure in my rear, who gon’ come face me?
you still mad about that sh*t? ain’t y’all old ladies?
these n*ggas actin’ kinda janky like they off rabies
you off the sh*t, sold the drugs, do you sniff sharpies?
dark coupes back to back, we all carpoolin’
tried to hit me with the okey*doke, so foolish
we brought cannons, bro, do you know we shoot movies?
if i’m a b*tch, come and show me, n*gga, go and prove it
get the bag, paisa dance, i get so groovy
drac’ poppin’ out the cut with the dual rugers
backdoor kickin’, where the loot? hand it all over
sorry, mama, johnny had to go, he had a bright future
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no uchies, you for sure lost me

[chorus: blue pesos]
why you handin’ him that gun? he look quite nervous
it was a mission complete, then we burned rubber
drop somethin’, n*gga, if you tryna earn your black belt
“p, chill out, please”, what do that mean?
why you handin’ him that gun? he look quite nervous
it was a mission complete, then we burned rubber
drop somethin’, n*gga, if you tryna earn your black belt
“p, chill out, please”, what do that mean?
sh*t
it was a mission complete, then we burned rubber
drop somethin’, n*gga, if you tryna earn your black belt
[verse 2: duffy]
chopsticks out, who want rump? i’m a black belt
stinc team, n*ggas know the fam, n*gga, tgf
he ain’t survive them couple shots? sh*t, well
flexin’ on ’em like i had some bodybuilder biceps
off the mussle on these n*ggas’ ass, f*ckin’ up the streets
got the mission done, then a black coupe fled the scene
all them n*ggas heard was, “gang and them”, and, “long live the ruler”
shots rang, but i don’t know nothin’, i ain’t talkin’ to you
got a couple extra blowers, never know, just in case
terrorize the city like it’s nothin’ and we back at base
opps ain’t safe, your best bet is movin’ states
i’m tryna sh*t on all these n*ggas, not take they place
gang faces on, don’t y’all know the stincs comin’?
left his hood smellin’ like gunpowder and burnt rubber
tear it off, b*tch, i ain’t readin’ love letters
you want your black belt from sensei, then drop somethin’, n*gga

- otm lyrics

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