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otm - drumline lyrics

[intro: duffy]
b+tch
n+gga, sh+t

[chorus: duffy]
it’s the drumline, pull up on the block with the sticks
what that sound like? n+gga, that’s a hundiddy bop
n+ggas know the truth, i don’t really like to talk
n+ggas sayin’ what they want, the stincs still on top
hangin’ with the opps, that’ll get a n+gga got
broke b+tch tryna kick it, yeah, i think not
sorry, if it ain’t no money for us, kick rocks
i’m a big dog, n+gga, we can never switch spots

[verse 1: duffy]
[?] drop, sh+t, it’s not sweet
we got mvps if you ask me
ten mops in the crib, i’m a clean freak
turn a n+gga hood park to a track meet
cold demon, have you ever been to beijing
flu flammer, i go way back with mei ling
n+ggas envious, i’m way too icy
head shot a n+gga, yeah, he’ll be alright, bro
i just got ghost in a police chase
please don’t come to la tryna play, it ain’t safe
too greedy fam, oh, you wanna be a victim?
if not, okay, n+gga, stay up out the way
rap money, i just did the dougie in the bank
sticked up at my show, b+tch screamin’ out my name
take a n+gga pounds, now i’m sellin’ n+ggas eighths
take a n+gga drank, i’ma sip it with the gang, ugh
[chorus: duffy & blue pesos]
it’s the drumline, pull up on the block with the sticks
what that sound like? n+gga, that’s a hundiddy bop
n+ggas know the truth, i don’t really like to talk
n+ggas sayin’ what they want, the stincs still on top
hangin’ with the opps, that’ll get a n+gga got
broke b+tch tryna kick it, yeah, i think not
sorry, if it ain’t no money for us, kick rocks (sh+t)
i’m a big dog, n+gga, we can never switch spots

[verse 2: blue pesos]
n+gga, pull up to the spot right now, we got drums out
we ain’t playin’ games, we ain’t come here to talk
tear it off for me, b+tch, all hunduns
i ain’t tryna f+ck, you ain’t got the dough for me, get lost
we outside, pippy longstocking hangin’ out the clip, get flipped
you’re acting hard, n+gga, why you call the cops?
bop+bop bleed ’em on the one ten
mei ling poppin’ grease on the too greedy fam, she got it socked
y’all ain’t never shot sh+t, bro, let alone on the chop, n+gga
duck with him, you’ll be slumped tryna side with him
slidin’ with a glock but i used to have the .9 on me
drop a bag on a n+gga head, put the price on it
hit him with a brick, r.i.p. deebo, drop a pint on him
it’s p on the track, ho, stinc team shot callers
you starin’ at my neck? you’ll die for this ice, brodie
drakeo tat, otk cat, that’s an eye buster (sh+t)
n+ggas claimin’ all these opps, go and slide on ’em
i’ll fight life, i ever drop a dime, bro
shinin’ through the dark hoodied up, cut the lights on
russian judases perish with the python (for real)
just some mud, real drugs in the styrofoam
ten chops with gun range in my condo
i don’t know why she tryna kick it, lil’ b+tch, i ain’t ronaldo
n+gga tried to slide on the stincs, how did that go?
[outro: blue pesos]
you know the truth, n+gga, ugh
stop playin’

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