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good try brad - otm lyrics

[verse 1: blue pesos]
i get jiggy on the beat, catch me in the booth with two drums
knock*knock, bop*bop, we like who home?
n*ggas poppin’ hooplah, pop out and shoot somethin’
i need all the caillous, pockets stuffed with blue hundreds
nah, we was friends ’til i shot at him
name a n*gga f*ckin’ with me, what rapper?
it’s the cold demons, i’ll leave a n*gga cliffhangin’
you ain’t got that dough for me, you need to chill, baby
it’s the drumline, here go nick cannon
n*ggas tried to chip me, didn’t matter, b*tch, i’m still at it
spin the block tweakin’ like a pill addict
mei ling and susie touchin’ tongues, i had to chin strap ’em
what’s that bulgin’ out the bag? that’s like 20k
put cheese on his head likе he signed a deal with green bay
in thе jungle, you could catch me with a mink sweater
stupid chop on me, he been held back three classes
pop out with the k, i’ll turn la to iraq
he tryna beat the b*tch ’cause my number in her ipad
n*ggas rap good but, really, where your street cred’?
bullets start flyin’ through the air, he better think fast, ugh

[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
n*ggas bums, they won’t never get my spot
you give arkansas vibes, but it’s cool, good try, brad
you don’t got the influence that i got, so just stop
you don’t shot call at all, but good try, brad
you don’t even own a strap, why you lyin’?
you just suck on instagram, you ain’t a thug, but good try, brad
they won’t never say it’s smoke to my face
but behind closed doors, n*ggas snakes, but good try, brad
sh*t
n*ggas bums, they won’t never get my spot, but good try, brad
you don’t shot call at all, we know the truth, but good try, brad
sh*t
you don’t even own a strap, why you lyin’? good try, brad
they won’t never say it’s smoke in my face
but behind closed doors, n*ggas snakes, but good try, brad (b*tch, you know the truth)
[verse 2: duffy]
sh*t, chill out, brad
lame n*gga, yeah, you better have your hall pass
we be laughin’, countin’ chicken, n*ggas mad
i ain’t worried ’bout it, though, pippy long on my lap
pullin’ foreigns back to back, got my strap in my mat
chain dance, diamonds lookin’ like they divin’, n*ggas splash
we these rapper n*ggas’ ass, why can’t n*ggas face the facts?
one sixty, hit the dash, mud spillin’, i won’t crash
you n*ggas really down bad, yeah, it’s sad but it’s true
i’m a n*gga, you a n0body, bro, who asked you?
beefin’ with the cold demons, be expectin’ bad news
it’s a perfect slow jam for me to boogie down to
sh*t, n*ggas bums, n*ggas through
wrong move, might get blew up out his boots out the blue
it ain’t nothin’ new, been had, b*tch, we’ve been the truth
whack him and his bro, good try to him and him too
ugh

[chorus: blue pesos]
n*ggas bums, they won’t never get my spot
you give arkansas vibes, but it’s cool, good try, brad
you don’t got the influence that i got, so just stop
you don’t shot call at all, but good try, brad
you don’t even own a strap, why you lyin’?
you just suck on instagram, you ain’t a thug, but good try, brad
they won’t never say it’s smoke to my face
but behind closed doors, n*ggas snakes, but good try, brad
sh*t
n*ggas bums, they won’t never get my spot, but good try, brad
you don’t shot call at all, we know the truth, but good try, brad
sh*t
you don’t even own a strap, why you lyin’? good try, brad
they won’t never say it’s smoke in my face
but behind closed doors, n*ggas snakes, but good try, brad

- otm lyrics

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