lil durk – oc lyrics
feat. otf nunu
(verse)
smoek oc by the vegas,
twenty a show and these n-gg-s can’t take us
forty rooga, leave a n-gg- with taser
rv pull on me, him on the spanker
tell billy to put me on the wait list
i just caught me a child with that nina mah faces
wipe out a mob, i’m addicted to mayhem
a bubba no bullet be taming
cry on the bigo, that steamer we came
i got the acid, i throw off the train
i’m gettin’ money, i’m stuck in my ways
b-tch, you ain’t me, cause i gotta get payed
n-gg-s be talkin’, got shooters like ray
?
wanna hear sad? got a luat for the j
n-gg-s they b-tch, they chill for the k
but these b-tch -ss n-gg-s so fat
these n-gg-s be fake, gotta watch ’em
i’m hot, so i know they on me
robocop, robo-robber
that nina my pro’lem solver
man down, no shares, revolver
at the top, but i gotta go harder
i like my lina lit darker
bullet holes, same sound, miss parker
my squad, they stay on ?
get back if you ain’t gettin’ no money
ysl got me straight stuntin
i’m strapped, you tweaked, i’m uppin’
cash out, make it back, it’s nothin’
red spots on his face, no blushin’
these guns, they burnin’ like usher
my shooters gonna scorch to bust ’em
(verse)
n-gg- get clap bow wow
four time, no twitter,
but n-gg- get clap no cloud
cowboys bad for it just to get clout
do it here fo’ sis
catch her, i do it, yaw
ring cost thirty, but the watch cost fifty
switch, giddy ya, same place like 50
french fries only get both sides at crispy
east style with the thirty three nine, no fifth
and we coolin’ befo’, bare on yo b-tch, no p-rn
ask me a hunit, no torn. be real!
dance to the three like jordan
twenty two shots plus one, that’s cold
if you stupid, n-gg-s mad cause we do this
live only like a savage and you roofless
3 hundid otl, that’s the movement
(verse)
put a drum on a nipple
shooters all pointed and they aimin’ official
throwin’ that tech like a ref’ with a whistle
my n-gg-s, they 30, don’t pick up they dribble
won’t worry, got missiles
squad so hungry, they eat in the grisham
b-tch, i’m the sh-t, i’m allergic to tissue
we stabbin’ that civil, get money, no issue
only the family, cause n-gg-s ain’t with you
fillin’ my sub, cause i got the new pistol
i keep on blow, rex towed on the low
bottle lens for the scope, guns copped for a rope
take them down for the c-ke, where he got it it was cold
part the lane with the dope, these n-gg-s don’t talk
y’all n-gg-s go soap, four hundid for the gold
broke n-gg-s do the most, stackin’ bread by the low
burn them trees by the oat, try swimmin’, get sowed
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