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sippin heavily - otm lyrics

[intro: duffy]
(ayy, moon, turn my sh*t up)
b*tch
yeah, good lookin’, zay
(coronado on the beat)

[verse 1: duffy]
ain’t no keepin’ up
all these robberys and shootings, i don’t know about a single one
he’s a weenie, give him props ’cause he’s speakin’ up
terrorise a muggin’*ass n*gga, what you thinkin’ of?
the stincs plus beef, it ain’t sweet, n*gga, do the math
guns in the party, they ain’t checkin’ in this louis
a sneak disser n*gga ran into us and he did the dash
drop a n*gga body with the glock and threw it in the trash
hit the gas in the foreign, we goin’ kinda fast
every time i get up in the booth, it make them n*ggas mad
make a n*gga fold, he was talkin’ like he big and bad
evil thoughts, i do rocket science when i’m in the lab
throw a flag on the play, he’s a pump faker
he ain’t even got no money, he a dumb hater
b*tch, i’m lookin’ for a bag, i’ll come later
ballin’ out on n*ggas but it’s really nothin’ major
think he sungazin’, all he seen is red lasers
greet the team with respect, we la saviors
any n*gga do the most, down goes frasier
we in the hills with some hoes, it ain’t no neighbors
[chorus: duffy]
got her sippin’ heavily, now she cross*faded
“ayy, play that otm” even though you just played it
this n*gga energy was bold, now he tryna change it
stupid n*gga, are you smarter than a fifth grader?
now his brains hangin’, n*gga should’ve read about it
you see this buddah on my neck? you end up dead about it
i been told ’em we the truth, i just let ’em doubt it
of course i got my gun on me, i don’t leave without it

[blue pesos]
buster douglas, average joe, you hang with cowards
red beams on our sticks, we got superpowers
louis v duffle stuffed with guns and a couple thousands
they hate when we bring tank davis ’cause he overpowered
sn*tched his b*tch up, damsel in distress, he a debbie downer
pounds on the stove, hundiddies in the money counter
better keep your b*tch locked in the house, don’t bring gang around her
last n*gga tried, she’s a roller, now he hate me for it
gang dropped a hundred on his head, he a 12 informant
somebody baby bro got chipped, now they lookin’ for me
12 kicked the back door and they ain’t findin’ nothin’
“ayy, sir, this a glock*19?” i’m just shoulder shruggin’
i don’t know nothin’, please don’t ask, i’m remedial
another average joe on the news, i ain’t seen the dude
n*gga, you ain’t gang, what the f*ck? i ain’t feedin’ you
a messy murder scene, 12, fireman, paramedics too
[chorus: duffy]
got her sippin’ heavily, now she cross*faded
“ayy, play that otm” even though you just played it
this n*gga energy was bold, now he tryna change it
stupid n*gga, are you smarter than a fifth grader?
now his brains hangin’, n*gga should’ve read about it
you see this buddah on my neck? you end up dead about it
i been told ’em we the truth, i just let ’em doubt it
of course i got my gun on me, i don’t leave without it

[outro: duffy]
sh*t, n*gga
got her sippin’ heavily, now she cross*faded
my n*gga chiefin’
stupid n*gga, are you smarter than a fifth grader?
greet the team with respect, we la saviors, b*tch
gang and them
stinc team, n*gga
now his brains hangin’, n*gga should’ve read about it, n*gga
you know the truth

- otm lyrics

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