otm - stand on business lyrics
[intro: duffy]
n_gga
sh_t
sh_t easy, n_gga know the truth (this sh_t so motherf_ckin’ crazy)
[chorus: duffy]
i’m comin’ through the backdoor totin’ extendos, sorry, today, i ain’t takin’ no pictures
n_ggas ain’t like that, i don’t really mean to offend y’all, bro, but i ain’t worried ’bout n_ggas
cliquin’ up, la still don’t feel ’em
whole city know we passin’ up all these n_ggas
any bullsh_t, you could miss me with it
got bl!ck on me, and i’ma stand on business
[verse 1: duffy]
n_ggas be crazy, keep bein’ safe
they wanna be opps, better wash they ass
playin’, this sh_t’ll get put in your face
it’s a big four five, lil’ n_gga, get back
duck for your life or get took off the map
i don’t say a lot, but i overreact
we ballin’ the hardest, we flexin’ in saks
wе kept this sh_t lit, why n_ggas so mad?
i never sleep, b_tch, i wokе up with time
tec on me, bro, don’t be crossin’ the line
play with your life, i ain’t playin’ with mine
ex b_tch lied, said she doin’ fine
step on the scene, i’m the flyest in here
he actin’ hard, in my heart, ain’t no fear
i’ma be clutchin’ my glock ’til it’s clear
sh_t, we out of here if the police is near
f_ck with a joint, i could turn a b_tch up
get to the money or shut the f_ck up
that n_gga r_t_rded, he [?] it’s us
we ridin’ with sticks in the back of the truck
sit on the bench while i do my dougie
n_ggas is followers, n_ggas be puppets, f_ck it
brand_new piece, don’t touch it, sh_t
i got this sh_t off the mussle
[chorus: duffy]
i’m comin’ through the backdoor totin’ extendos, sorry, today, i ain’t takin’ no pictures
n_ggas ain’t like that, i don’t really mean to offend y’all, bro, but i ain’t worried ’bout n_ggas
cliquin’ up, la still don’t feel ’em
whole city know we passin’ up all these n_ggas
any bullsh_t, you could miss me with it
got bl!ck on me, and i’ma stand on business
[verse 2: blue pesos]
why you takin’ them off? i just blue benjies
i’ll blow an arm off if he still want beni
i’m short tempered, bro, i be trippin’ for nothin’
p just a rapper, don’t make that assumption
i roll with the lions, the heathens, no whistles
neck p from a tree if i hang with a buster
four of wock’ in a cream, my double cup muddy
off fentanyl, bro, that n_gga a junkie
i was only ’bout five, first time i had a weapon
he givin’ b_tch vibes, i don’t understand it
this lil’ b_tch broke, she givin’ me headaches
i got a b_tch who strip with phenomenal critic
i’m a flu flammin’ rapper, i don’t do scammin’
had the city on fire like we sparkin’ up matches
it’s a new flow, p, i don’t rap on these beats
keep that broke sh_t far, bein’ broke a disease
bring me that fetty, i don’t want a threesome
you don’t got the uchies, so why is we linkin’?
“i look like a ho to you, p”, hm, kind of
the f_ck is she smokin’, bro? come get your highness
i might be a gold digger, i only like diamonds
one_sixty, fyoom, get ghost, we hear sirens
straight faced with it, not guilty, your honor
if we facin’ the facts, i’m your man [?]
[?] suzy in the club, i need a one_nighter
he play with my name, rip his tongue out with pliers
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