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make me - otm lyrics

[intro: duffy]
b*tch
yeah, you know what’s goin’ on
long live drakeo (thank you fizzle)
otm, [?] (smoov, what’s good, baby?)

[verse 1: duffy]
i know you heard about us, otm
them n*ggas icy, i don’t see n0body fly as them
who is them? n*ggas bums, n*gga, them your friends?
flip a n*gga, turn his block to a jungle gym
blitz, hit stick, sub him out, he got broken bones
he need mark busters, snitch sh*t won’t be condoned
hot in h*ll’s kitchen, demon time and it get kind of cold
chalk zone, they all asked the neighbors but n0body knows
i like the effort, bro, but better luck next time
my heart f*cked over, but my neck lookin’ just fine
no competition, i ain’t beefin’ with no small fry
bully breaker on me, come and holler at me, big guy

[chorus: duffy & daboii]
i know you see the vvss hangin’
these broke hatin’ n*ggas never seem to amaze me
too greedy for the oochies, all the n*ggas with me janky
i’ll pull up on that n*gga with shaneyney if he make me
sh*t, b*tch
these broke hatin’*ass n*ggas never seem to amaze me, n*gga
i’ll pull up on that n*gga with shaneyney if he make me, n*gga (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: daboii]
i’ll pull up on that n*gga with shaneyney
can’t let a n*gga take me
big bullets out the drac’, can you
b*tch, back, back, give me sp*ce, i need eight feet
geez, n*ggas always talkin’ like they rizz, got eight gs
i heard you be f*ckin’ on them hoes, they need eighteen
i just sold a four for the high, it was fake lean
dumb n*gga slipped, turn our block in some [?] beans
me and my b*tch got a twin, hit ’em both, now she hate me
i done ran up a hundred somethin’ blues in these great jeans
told her i be talkin’ to myself, i might say things
let an opp speak up on daboii up on saycheese
put that one flash on the glock, make him say “cheese”
b*tch told me put my head down, is you crazy?
she looked back at a n*gga, she like “maybe”
i had to show that b*tch to the door, b*tch, you [?]
gang with my otm n*ggas and the plug, they no mei ling, n*gga

[chorus: duffy]
i know you see the vvss hangin’
these broke hatin’ n*ggas never seem to amaze me
too greedy for the oochies, all the n*ggas with me janky
i’ll pull up on that n*gga with shaneyney if he make me
sh*t, b*tch
these broke hatin’*ass n*ggas never seem to amaze me, n*gga
i’ll pull up on that n*gga with shaneyney if he make me, n*gga
[verse 3: blue pesos]
called [?], we need chalk, we on his block, yellow tape it
i see it’s police by us, bro, what the f*ck, who [?]?
gang deep with f&ns when i’m out, i’m too famous
that lil’ rope don’t compare to these diamonds, that’s stainless
the audacity of n*ggas, real fashion, i’m the menace
if he rich, then he trippin’, bet this e*cig flip him
pippy longstockin’, gettin’ flirtations, blowin’ kisses
here’s a hundiddy for him, he should’ve kept me out his mentions
tough talk for twitter, n*gga, be aware, we bought street sweepers
n*gga think it’s sweet, do him ice cold, big [?]
we make thug n*ggas cry and strip the n*ggas that do the strippin’
grab that mop sticks real quick, the mud is spillin’
mei ling bickerin’ and sh*t, i bop my mistress
foreigns coupes and diamonds, they like, “p materialistic”
leavin’ all them sh*lls, these lethal for master splinter
too greedy stick, got it tatted, you see the whiskers?

- otm lyrics

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