OTF Nunu - Used 2 lyrics

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OTF Nunu - Used 2 lyrics

[OTF Nunu] We went from riding with them tints now we riding with them curtains All my n***as straight savage poled up and that's for certain Heard you pillow talking on the low when n***as close curtains We the money team guess they mad and now they wanna murk me I'm a god like Jackson Percy, better yet like Percy Jackson We ain't ducking with that action, load the pipes when we in traffic 3 a.m we caught'em lacking, you tweeting bout no lacking Run up on him get to clapping smack him, them bullets smacked him Chiraq where sh** gets tragic, think it's sweet? you goons be capping I be balling like The Mavericks chopper crunching, I'm the captain If you def turn on yo caption, drop the top they think it's magic Take a b**h that's an interception run up on me have your weapon Pradas on, you know I'm flexing, better yet I'm Prada stepping Give me haters when I'm stressing I'm up next relay the message Pistol on me it do damage, OTF we full of savages And my Hublot full of carats we go crazy for that cabbage I ain't talking bout no packs and my pockets they stay fat They ain't snakes they must be rats, trust none and that's a fact Drillinois that's where it's at, watch your back if you ain't strapped b**h we winnin' check the stats, we like wolves we move in packs Double cup, let's fill in now and my engine in the back Cause I'm the sh**, I got a sack Ridin foreign, f** the opps, if we catch'em we send shots Red taping body drop I don't speak my money talk, headshot I know it's torch Chopper knock'em off the porch I think flexin' is a sport cause I be ballin' like I'm Blake They ain't real these n***as fake, movie clips I feel like Zae Money Gang, RIP L'A, pull a drill and get away Handgun shoot like the K, keep my heat, they call me Wade You ain't fly you overlaid, BMF my n***as paid Bad boys like Martin Payne, dreads hangin' like I'm Wayne Nine on me it'd bang, O-T-F that's my campaign f** your best, I want your brain In that straight like the paint, takin' off I'm outerspace Hit that cluch and switch that lane Hit the club and make it rain, pour a deuce of that codeine Mix that crush up with that lean, fufu n***as sippin' green These n***as mad at me, but their b**hes wait on me But she gotta do my team, OTF that be my team 3-0-0 that be my team, DogPound that be my team And if they slippin on me then I'm Freddy Krueger to the game Let's get it

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