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otm - save yourself lyrics

[intro: duffy]
sh_t, n_gga
gotta keep a blower, can you blame me, n_gga?
(ayy, go ‘head, iiinfinite)

[chorus: duffy]
trust issues, n_ggas be fugazy
sh_t, gotta keep a blower, can you blame me?
got it off the mussle, n_ggas mad this sh_t crazy
big bag, b_tch bad, n_ggas hate me
sh_t, ten toes, ain’t no maybe
my n_ggas all janky, they’ll shoot a n_gga baby
i got semi automatics in the whip, don’t try to race me
save yourself, bro, ’cause can’t no n_gga save me

[verse 1: duffy]
i’m a lil’ n_gga, flexin’ like a bodybuilder
watch me dribble up, i got the bl!ckie, i’ll do it to him
i do what i wanna do, sit back and watch me do it
n_ggas dissin’ us, but that sh_t don’t be nothin’ to me
n_ggas hate me for it, i just keep it real
we do this for the ruler, f_ck how any n_gga feel
young hungry n_ggas, had to go get in the field
n_ggas got they hands out and n_ggas never shared a meal
like what you want for your gang?
talkin’ 2023, them old stories gettin’ lame
kicked the door down, subzero, liu kang
off the mussle, they for sure gon’ put us in the hall of fame, n_gga
sh_t, n_gga better get low
flu flammin’, who’s that creepin’ through the window?
n_ggas broke, just another opp for me to sh_t on
my neck a snowglobe, wrong move, i might k!ll somethin’, ugh
[chorus: duffy]
trust issues, n_ggas be fugazy
sh_t, gotta keep a blower, can you blame me?
got it off the mussle, n_ggas mad this sh_t crazy
big bag, b_tch bad, n_ggas hate me
sh_t, ten toes, ain’t no maybe
my n_ggas all janky, they’ll shoot a n_gga baby
i got semi automatics in the whip, don’t try to race me
save yourself, bro, ’cause can’t no n_gga save me

[verse 2: blue pesos]
make sure you keep that back door closed, n_ggas janky
i’ll set this b_tch in flames ‘fore a n_gga try and play me
shanay or long john the only ones that could save me
cosigned by the don, labeled me one of the greatest
a force to be reckoned with, p can’t be stopped
it’s time to get my hands dirty, ayy, duff, grab the mop
we make this sh_t look good, give otm our props
he ain’t gon’ never bust that blower, might as well be a prop (sh_t)
bands and drums when it’s time to ride
four of wock’ in the cup just to compliment this glock
hundun in the chop, now he in eternal shock
these n_ggas off too many drugs, that’s the reason why they lost
please don’t compare me to these bums, i’m a boss
i’m a different type of breed, i’m the one who call shots
f_ck the fake animosity, let’s slide on the opps
like, n_gga, please don’t compare me to these bums, i’m a boss, ugh
[chorus: duffy]
trust issues, n_ggas be fugazy
sh_t, gotta keep a blower, can you blame me?
got it off the mussle, n_ggas mad this sh_t crazy
big bag, b_tch bad, n_ggas hate me
sh_t, ten toes, ain’t no maybe
my n_ggas all janky, they’ll shoot a n_gga baby
i got semi automatics in the whip, don’t try to race me
save yourself, bro, ’cause can’t no n_gga save me

- otm lyrics

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