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Yeah, come on, yeah, let's go Ayy, aight, look, listen to me, look Aight, say look, look, look Two four, wait, nah, nah, nah, two 45 Aight, nah, look, look, look, look Two 45.'s bout to open up his chest Too scared to show his face cause he know we gon' put his ass to rest Big OTG, you know we never leave the scene without a mess Had to drop my last shorty, there's no support with bad rep Walkin' up to OTG, you better watch your fuckin' step (dummy) Can't compete with the guys, we on top, man, we the best I can't hang around no clowns for the day, they just a guest I'ma make it to the top and I'ma spread it through the set Forgot about you but not the money, like, how could I forget Next time I see you lurkin', it's gon' get real crazy, that's a threat Yeah, nigga OTG, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on wit' me nigga Lil Mari, I'm back, nigga, and I ain't goin' nowhere Fuck you talkin' bout Testin' on the gangsta, reinforce your block, come on, let's go I ain't beefin' with you dirty bums unless you uppin' pole Robert, get off the porch, I'm shootin' through the door Get up! Oh, look, now he on the floor Heard Nay gon' be there, I'm comin' through that bitch fasho Gotta play your cards correct, can't end up with a dirty hoe Say he had that one plug, came through blowin' dirty smoke We crashin' in for the night, so fuck it, put it on the floor Hold on, wait, I heard that he been with the boys Not the one we beat up at the park, that was some other boy Had him crawlin' on the ground, I think that his name was Troy Threw a couple bands in the safe, laughin' with some joy Oh, look, a message from your mom, she wanna make some noise Dodgin' every hook that you throw, like, my name was Floyd Bro, was that a droid Back up in the stu', underclassmen just got destroyed Ha, yeah, OTG, nigga, we back, fuck you talkin' about On to the next
Writer(s): Omari Sanchez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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