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thank us now - otm lyrics

[intro: blue pesos & duffy]
b*tch
hey

[verse 1: duffy]
the trenches in me, we gon’ make it out
you could thank us later, you should thank us now
we do skits, that big mouth sh*t not allowed
runnin’ wild with a loaf of cash, you can’t turn me down
hm, i’m on a different type of time
i’m in my bag, b*tch, i ain’t even in my prime
cliquin’ up with n*ggas who don’t like us, get in line
check the autopsy, he got hit with two nines

[verse 2: blue pesos]
here’s a hundred, n*gga, f*ck a punchline
he in the club without a strap, that’s an instant side eye
any opp, we gon’ nail him to a cross and baptize him
three hundred for a what? we don’t tolerate them prices
stupid chop for a n*gga flеxin’ biceps
make a n*gga diddy bop if he gеttin’ too hyphy
he gotta go, flee the scene, duff, i think i hear sirens
i don’t trust these n*ggas, that’s on god almighty

[verse 3: duffy & blue pesos]
n*ggas broke, i don’t know why n*ggas be lyin’
when the joints here, that’s when all the bums be quiet
the leaders of the new school, all these old n*ggas cryin’
hand his ass a big mac and make sure you supersize it
too much shots fired, ain’t no beef, he on a diet
she say she want a real fly n*gga, i’m the pilot
ling ling, mae ling, susie, please bring me diamonds
too many shots, had him drunk, left him slumped on an island
better luck next time, yeah, that lame n*gga tried it
quit the insta’ typin’, n*ggas mad ’cause we shinin’
like what is n*ggas on? n*ggas nice or n*ggas opps?
let off shots, stick and move in silence, i don’t talk a lot
i don’t talk to cops neither, he ain’t allowed on his block
drop fifty on the floor, we got these n*ggas lookin’ lost
i’ll quarterback the play and you can be randy moss
i got blood on my hands, now i gotta wash ’em off, ugh

- otm lyrics

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