otm - give us flowers lyrics
[intro: duffy]
b_tch, you know the truth
(ayy, go ‘head, iiinfinte)
n_gga
[chorus: duffy]
i ain’t finna argue with a n_gga
blower on my lap, i’m finna whack somethin’ with it
rookies of the year, ain’t got no time for beginners
free throw, get a n_gga head knocked off, who trippin’?
ugh, i’m sick, i’m an ice cold n_gga
i don’t wait around, b_tch, i get up and go get it
off the mussle for the win, bro, i know we told n_ggas
hit him with the k, that’s just the cold demon in me
[verse 1: duffy]
sh_t, can’t no n_gga tell me nothin’, i be steppin’
n_ggas sound like police, i ain’t answerin’ no questions
all fly sh_t on me, we got all exotic weapons
it’s just me and pippy longstocking, it’s my bestie
drown a n_gga, make him go find dory
baby stincmеaners, bouncin’ out, true story
n_ggas ain’t on nothin’, bro, this rap sh_t borin’
ten sticks in thе booth, i mud walk when i’m recordin’
b_tch, n_ggas pick and choosey, n_ggas cowards
wait, what that old n_gga say? it doesn’t matter
takin’ n_ggas’ hoes, n_ggas’ faces lookin’ sour
thank us later, bro, don’t wait ’til it’s too late to give us flowers, n_gga
we know the truth, don’t we?
n_ggas movin’ funny and they swear we ain’t gon’ notice
close that backdoor ’cause ain’t no n_gga gettin’ up on us (ayy, go ‘head, iiinfinite)
the truth hurts, long live mr. mosely, n_gga
[chorus: duffy]
i ain’t finna argue with a n_gga
blower on my lap, i’m finna whack somethin’ with it
rookies of the year, ain’t got no time for beginners
free throw, get a n_gga head knocked off, who trippin’?
ugh, i’m sick, i’m an ice cold n_gga
i don’t wait around, b_tch, i get up and go get it
off the mussle for the win, bro, i know we told n_ggas
hit him with the k, that’s just the cold demon in me
[verse 2: blue pesos]
keep on tough talkin’, we gon’ throw him in a blender
you don’t even seem like that type, don’t even risk it
i get respect in the streets, they’ll pull up to the trenches
off the mussle for the win, i thought we told n_ggas’ b_tches
tell your mans stop addin’ me on insta’ ‘fore i k!ll him
best believe it’s all action when i pull up in that benz
hundiddy in the clip, i give him ten times ten
all these old n_ggas’ time been up, let’s be for real
show a mil’, sorry, bro, no deal
tell him chill out with his temper, he only high off his pills
f_ck it, 2023, let’s make drill music
put that gun away, you ain’t really tryna k!ll nothin’
n_ggas tried to chip me, sh_t, better luck next time
hold the chop with the right, but i’ma hit him in his left eye
who is he? just another opp fratenizer (ayy, go ‘head, iiinfinite)
otm been the truth, n_gga, realize, ugh
[chorus: duffy]
i ain’t finna argue with a n_gga
blower on my lap, i’m finna whack somethin’ with it
rookies of the year, ain’t got no time for beginners
free throw, get a n_gga head knocked off, who trippin’?
ugh, i’m sick, i’m an ice cold n_gga
i don’t wait around, b_tch, i get up and go get it
off the mussle for the win, bro, i know we told n_ggas
hit him with the k, that’s just the cold demon in me
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