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street racer - ots (only the silvas) lyrics

[intro]
piero this sh*t crazy
man paolo k!lled this sh*t

[verse 1: 1deezy]
what’s that in my pockets that’s a weapon
hanging out the window fully switches b*tch we finna stretch him
bend that block send some shots and we taught that n*gga lessons
tell that n*gga send his drop and we pull up to yo section
brother hopping out the honda finna spank sh*t
she said what’s that in your pants lil baby this my glocky print
like a fat n*gga all we do is chase chips
even got a fully on me even when i take sh*ts
baby a but that n*gga in a suit
i’m a general in this army when i call we sending troops
never lacking pistol packing b*tch i got it in that booth
f*ck a cat when i’m rolling b*tch i’m sliding in a coupe
40 glock finna make him meet his maker
been chasing bags all my n*ggas do is chase paper
fully a out thе window turn his ass to street racer
762s hit his head gave him clеan taper
all you gotta do is press it now he gone
b*tch i’m chasing paper get the f*ck up out my phone
223s doing surgery now we taking n*ggas souls
smoking on that n*gga brother down him with patron
out the school house tony out there brick walking
fully a tore his leg up now he crip walking
b*tch you know our name all my brothers been popping
i got bands in my pockets but i’ll still rob him
[verse 2: 1deezy & ots paolo]
feeling like i’m curry cuz i drop threes
chop stick on my lap like i’m
chopstick on my lap but i ain’t chinese
she tryna spend the night i told her b*tch please
i got 30’s in my pocket b*tch come pop these
caught a n*gga at the light now he swiss cheese
how the f*ck you going out when you don’t got keys
yeah my brother got the drop you know what that means

[verse 3: ots paolo]
call of duty whippin hopping out the hummer
b*tch i got a choppa this sh*t banging louder than some thunder
ots we taking over we on top you always under
oh i heard she blocked my number i ain’t trippin what a bummer
got some 20’s in my pocket tryna cop it all
i see you flexing all that lil money you don’t f*cking ball
you serious, why the f*ck i see you running at the mall
cuddy tryna tell me what to do but you don’t make the calls
choppa with a beam to his eye like the terminator
b*tch why you trippin bout the past it’s either now or later
choppa futuristic now i’m feeling like a sp*ce invader
b*tch why you trippin again you knew that i’m a player
223s in my pocket hold my pants down
i ain’t used to have sh*t i got bands now
knocked him off the map real easy he ain’t have rounds
bet this choppa make you deaf it got surround sound

- ots only the silvas lyrics

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