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so what - otm lyrics

[intro: duffy]
sh*t
you know the truth
b*tch
n*gga
(verse2)

[chorus: duffy]
what’s up in that duffel? that’s a hundun
wait, where that n*gga from? sh*t, so what?
we know the truth, fake n*ggas don’t get no love
i just fell asleep on the b*tch, i be poured up
i just had a n*gga runnin’ like he stole somethin’
smoke with me, i keep pole on me, let me know somethin’
if i run into the opps, we finna throw up
headshot, n*gga, uh, i might throw up

[verse 1: duffy]
uchies on the dashboard, it ain’t that hard
when it be time to go slidin’, you don’t be involved
somebody please tell these brokе n*ggas knock it off
yeah, you tried, but let mе really show you how to ball
n*ggas pump fakin’, get the f*ck up out my face with that
please don’t worry ’bout my n*ggas, that’s just gang and them
n*ggas lame, who is he? i don’t know
any opp that gets by, they send the lo’ and i’ma go
i do what i wanna do and you do what you gotta do
i feel like these n*ggas’ father figure, i’m responsible
pour the wock’ up, this a deuce tonight, somethin’ light
i’m in h*ll’s kitchen, i’ve been mud walkin’ with the pint
i’m a demon in the night with some ice
sn*tch what? sh*t, yeah, alright, think twice
we outside, i guess the competition gave up
down goes an opp, he got flu flammed and flamed up, uh
[chorus: duffy]
what’s up in that duffel? that’s a hundun
wait, where that n*gga from? sh*t, so what?
we know the truth, fake n*ggas don’t get no love
i just fell asleep on the b*tch, i be poured up
i just had a n*gga runnin’ like he stole somethin’
smoke with me, i keep pole on me, let me know somethin’
if i run into the opps, we finna throw up
headshot, n*gga, uh, i might throw up

[verse 2: blue pesos]
somebody call chiefin’ over here, i’m tryna pour up
told her, “tear it off, b*tch, or get lost”, p is so blown
i’ll have my shooter knock his brains off with a head nod
sue yung throwin’ tantrums in her mansion ’cause she miss me
just dance, we got four chops with us, n*gga, diddy bop
four coupes on his block, dumbfounded, what the city at?
it’s all hunduns in the duffel bag, yeah, seriously
james bond stashed in the benz and hold the f&n (sh*t)
his b*tch got hit, he gon’ slit his wrist
pippy long in this b*tch goin’ bananas with the monkey grips
don’t give a f*ck where you from or them n*ggas that you be with
all fratenizers get control*alt*deleted
any tough guys, we gon’ have to put the street on ’em
n*gga, beat the block, we ain’t f*ckin’ with no chief wiggims
didn’t i just tell you tough guys get the street on you?
“he was just playin’, p, why the f*ck you leave his brains leakin’?”
[chorus: duffy]
what’s up in that duffel? that’s a hundun
wait, where that n*gga from? sh*t, so what?
we know the truth, fake n*ggas don’t get no love
i just fell asleep on the b*tch, i be poured up
i just had a n*gga runnin’ like he stole somethin’
smoke with me, i keep pole on me, let me know somethin’
if i run into the opps, we finna throw up
headshot, n*gga, uh, i might throw up

- otm lyrics

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