O.T.M (Out The Mud)
Pressa
O.T.M (Out The Mud) 歌詞
Dont let me get it out the mud and throw it in ya face
His biggest record aint even better than my—
Uh, yeah, Press Machine
(boyband)
Yeah
Dont let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face
His biggest record aint even better than my throwaways
I sell a record but I could really sell anything
Car get riddled diddle-dah bullets riddlin
Bullets riddlin, shit ho,t yeah, its crazy
Bullets riddlin, bullets hot, yeah, they blazin
Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him
They used to call me Rico now Im servin crack to Jason
Whoa
Im with the gang and all I know is **** the rest
I know niggas catch a body like its somethin off their chest
I know niggas servin junkies, now he walkin off the edge
Its so hard to click over when my niggas call collect
They keep cuttin out the threeway
Question him for three days
Homicides get beat, aye
They promise he aint leavin
Lawyer with no briefcase
And he walk out the station
Smilin like a demon
Dont let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face
His biggest record aint even better than my throwaways
I sell a record but I could really sell anything
Car get riddled diddle-dah bullets riddlin
Bullets riddlin, shit hot yeah its crazy
Bullets riddlin, bullets hot yeah they blazin
Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him
They used to call me Rico now Im servin crack to Jason
Whoa
I wanna live good
If I dont know the business then I go read the book
My nigga, yeah, he stuck aint no leavin the hood
Condo next to the hood
I drop a hit now Im ready to book (Whoa)
You see Im sick, I got a Wassa disease (Whoa)
He get shot and now he washed and deceased (Whoa)
W, so we double the V (Whoa)
Homicide, this aint regular Ds (Whoa)
I came off of thirty-six Os
You see, the police tryna hang me with ropes
I went to hunnid from O
I met some niggas that play wit their nose
I got some dawgs but dont play wit a bone
Yeah you know how it go
Dont let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face
His biggest record aint even better than my throwaways
I sell a record but I could really sell anything
Car get riddled diddle-dah bullets riddlin
Bullets riddlin, shit hot yeah its crazy
Bullets riddlin, bullets hot yeah they blazin
Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him
They used to call me Rico now Im servin crack to Jason
Whoa