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otm - favorite stinc lyrics

[intro: duffy]
sh+t
(i get my work from the narco)
narco, stinc, you know the truth

[verse 1: duffy]
heh, these n+ggas geeks
if you ain’t steppin’ how i’m steppin’, then it’s safe if you don’t speak
brought the chopper to the stage, the b+tches screamin’, “omg”
bust today, i just blew a n+gga in the last week (sh+t)
try to run, you gon’ get hawked
eat a d+ck to any n+gga think we finna fall off
p, get the chalk, i feel like n+ggas all talk
off the mussle scorin’, we some ball hogs, y’all mad
broke n+ggas still ain’t got no bag, sh+t, that’s y’all bad
hoppin’ out the foreign, we just had a n+gga haulin’ ass
janky n+ggas all i be around, i gotta watch my back
that n+gga just wanna be our friend, he ain’t like that
keep the truth alive, eithеr way, we doin’ that
one year, wе doubled n+ggas’ stats, sh+t, do the math
missed calls, got this b+tch mad, busy duckin’ crash
been had, i hear you rapper n+ggas doin’ bad
i don’t know what n+ggas on, close that back door for me
all these n+ggas mean muggin’, n+gga, quit the fake thuggin’
twenty+b+lls back to back, distro, keep it comin’
these n+ggas’ mouths runnin’ but we know they ain’t on nothin’
doin’ what i do, f+ck what broke n+ggas think
state to state, different b+tches sayin’ i’m they favorite stinc
told her she can kick it if she payin’ for my lean
please name two youngins that can f+ck with duff and p
cappin’ on the street, coupes had ’em spooky j
free throw, easy money, b+tch, we do this every day
diamonds in my chain, they keep dancin’ in her face
nina ross, this’ll send a n+gga to the heaven’s gates
[verse 2: blue pesos]
ask my youth, they know the truth, otm paved the way
can’t no n+gga tell me sh+t about sh+t, you self made
quit the playin’, we know who really brought the choppers to the stage
busy .556s for n+ggas comin’ at me strange
bet his coupe get flipped if he pull up lookin’ janky
don’t even go back and forth about chains ’cause yours stainless
i’m equipped for the opps, in the coupe, a bully breaker
had enough of fishbowls, had to five percent tint it
this chain gettin’ borin’, my wrist, i’m finna slit it
her man hear a soul, she’s still gobblin’ on stiffler
we gotta go, the stinc team bound to show up any second
we the reason la poppin’, so make sure you give us credit
i ain’t stressin’ ’bout uchies, i get more so i’ma spend it
long john silver, pippy longstocking gettin’ married
you know p her favorite stinc, ain’t no question she gon’ pay me
i sip lean and do drugs, ain’t no way that you can change me
huh, b+tch+ass n+gga

[verse 3: dro fe]
uh (flrrt)
if it’s beef, then it’s shots, we ain’t dissin’ on you
these extensions in my hand, i’ll pippy long him
sent his ass to heaven, let his people mourn him
hundred thousand on a truck, rollin’ abnormal (sh+t)
got the d+ck on me
duck, duck, goose, we just clipped homie
oh, that was your b+tch? we just flipped shawty
dissin’ on the stincs get you hit probably
i’m blockin’ gray murakami
hundred k, we at ramis
long live the ruler, n+gga, long live the greatest
youngins out the coupe wearin’ rick shootin’ faces (woo)
uh (uh), six hundun (hundun)
if it’s beef, then it’s beef, told ’em “well done”
n+ggas lookin’ broke, you some male sons
hit him in his head with a nail gun (sheesh)
narco, that’s the mafia
we like suge, we like pac and them
and n+ggas broke, we the opposite
we ain’t talkin’ to the alphabets, narco

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