for the record - otm lyrics
[intro: blue pesos]
(go and run it up like t)
eat that
you know the truth, n*gga
[verse 1: blue pesos]
i just dropped a whole drum, now i feel better
too guns in my hand, i start paisa dancin’
stinc chasin’ k sparks, you see the lights flashin’?
time to set the play up, call me john madden
hit sticks, watch his wig split down the middle, why you flinch?
it’ll be a tragic story if you say that sh*t again
in my section, you a buster, might as well be a snitch
’cause we don’t tolerate neither, n*gga, that’s for the record
d*mn, you need to do better, get a hold of yourself
reach for this ice, let’s get trippy, here’s a micro dosage
just ask anybody, b*tch, they’ll say i’m the dopest
even thе baddest b*tches hit me, wouldn’t drop a quartеr
chop knockin’ brains out, it’s partially stupid
i talk crazy to the b*tches, i’m probably the rudest
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no uchies? then what is you sayin’?
i was inspired by the don, don’t hate on the greatest
just talk to me, what’s the problem? we need to be straight
old b*tches hit me up, “d*mn, you real famous”
hit him with this lil’ cannon, gave him 1080
sh*ll shocked from my neck, i almost chipped rayman
[verse 2: duffy]
b*tch, we used to n*ggas hatin’
xd’s and f&n’s, we got abbreviations
okay, we finna let you live, just make sure you thank me
foreigns racin’, see my chain? it’s drivin’ her crazy
i can’t go nowhere with n*ggas, all my homies janky
every ‘fit you see me in, it wasn’t nothin’ basic
they mad the stincs run la, that’s a simple statement
got the drop, i’m finna go get some retaliation
i’m runnin’ out of patience, i’m finna show ’em what i got
celebration up at woody’s, we just barbecued an opp
independence day, we ’bout to throw a party on the block
pops on my knots, the cold demons got the summer hot
just watch, any competition with us gettin’ squashed
big glocks for any stupid n*gga tryna kickbox
four mops, we can’t even fit ’em in the stash spot
how the opps out today? we finna need some more chalk
[verse 3: ebk young joc]
what’s beef if you ain’t really out here tryna fry a n*gga?
raised in the jungle, i’ve been runnin’ with them lions, n*gga
he got a pole, it’s just for show, no, he ain’t slidin’ with it
ganon on me, i’m gon’ blow, i ain’t fightin’ n*ggas
ayy, n*gga, say, n*gga, told her, “pay me”
we through they block, cameras out, this ain’t saycheese
f*ck the glock, i’m with the chop, hand me the k, please
n*ggas yellin’ “bustdown” but got on fake d’s
i told lil’ mama shut her mouth and she said, “make me”
beat somebody ass about my sister like i’m stacy
you understand that?
since we can’t find out, then we comin’ where your mans at
freeze up on a skit, that’s a foul, we ain’t playin’ that, n*gga
we ain”t playin’ that
freeze up on a skit, that’s a foul, we ain’t playin’ that
since we can’t find out, then we comin’ where your mans at
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