
otm - awful lotta blues كلمات أغنية
[intro: duffy]
sh_t, boogie down your block, ayy, sh_t
four hundred shots for an opp, sh_t ([?])
[chorus: duffy]
otm, we’d boogie down your block
ridin’ ’round, we got at least four hundred shots for an opp
juice cups and 30 sticks, ain’t no stock in my glock
you know i’m gassin’ foreigns, ain’t gon’ slow down or stop
both pockets full of knots, breadwinner, see my loaf?
that’s his street? tape it off, and nina ross, she finna blow
he said, “f_ck the gang” on instagram, but he ain’t really on that, though
enough talk, an awful lot of blues on me, what we on?
[verse 1: dusethajoynt]
told duffy i sport a watch and grab him up, what we on?
go and cash app the jeweler, but i wanna put it on
f&n sh_lls gon’ knock a n_gga in his cheekbone
foul on the play, i dribble up and get my free throws
had to take it back to back and blew my money like it’s nothin’
i’m still up a loaf, i know these n_ggas’ chest hurtin’
i’m in this benz coupe, i’m poured, juice spillin’, i’m swеrvin’
bend the corners in thе benz, the windows down, i know they heard me
slime a ham n_gga, opp fratenizers get the boot
he just post bl!ck, but when he in the field, he not gon’ shoot
i don’t fight n_ggas, i’m quick to tell a n_gga we could hoop
and he be walkin’ ’round with fake watches on, that sh_t doo
it’s not no rental, lil’ b_tch, but for skits, don’t mind it
if i do, this a two_seater, i’m smashin’, bleedin’ traffic in the coupe
i keep toolie as i’m mad max, i’m bustin’ out the roof
ain’t no new n_ggas around me, yeah, the slimes with me too
[verse 2: blue pesos & duffy]
it’s the mob against the world, these other rappers duke luke
two fat daddies on me when i step up in the booth
if he ain’t tryna pay his dues, then taste the bottom of my shoe
redrum all on the floor, couple hundiddies too
he ain’t on sh_t, though
i was only two years old when i learned to tiptoe
my hand was always in the cookie jar
bah bap, grab the stove, and the getaway was flawless
i’m a loose cannon, so proceed at your own caution
n_ggas swear they hate me, but they really want an autograph
“you know that n_gga pesos stay with a lot of cash”
we’ll give an opp a halo and clip his wings
he’s a fool for these jewels like i’m mr. t
b_tch, your head up on the floor before i miss a beat
the chop spittin’ down his block, he got missing t__th
i got extensions on extentions, don’t play with me (sh_t)
ugh
[chorus: duffy]
otm, we’d boogie down your block
ridin’ ’round, we got at least four hundred shots for an opp
juice cups and 30 sticks, ain’t no stock in my glock
you know i’m gassin’ foreigns, ain’t gon’ slow down or stop
both pockets full of knots, breadwinner, see my loaf?
that’s his street? tape it off, and nina ross, she finna blow
he said, “f_ck the gang” on instagram, but he ain’t really on that, though
enough talk, an awful lot of blues on me, what we on? (what we on?)
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