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otm - gunplay lyrics

its lefty gunplay
otr, otm oh man gang (mattbricks)

[chorus: bluepesos]
with the gunplay hold the chop im a lefty
paisa dance with it in the vario with my mexicans
the homie trippin in here geekin off 2 perk 10’s
the truth is you ain’t touch no money in the first place
with the gunplay hold the chop im a lefty
paisa dance with it in the vario with my mexicans
the homie trippin in here geekin off 2 perk 10’s
the truth is you ain’t touch no money in the first place
[stop playing]
with the gunplay hold the chop im a lefty (sh+t)
the truth is you ain’t touch no money in the first place

[verse 1]
hanging with the opp s you gon get it in the worst way
give a n+gga a hundrеd or more shots on his birthday
thugging at the park as a youth ain’t have a curfеw
no sir don’t do the nerds d+mn there goes another urkel
b+tch we (chestaze) bullies there’s no reason to take it personal
in the booth hey zay! , punch me in im getting surgical
you been banging all your life why n0body ever heard of you?
sharp shooters in the cut wrong move they might murder you
[chorus: bluepesos]
with the gunplay hold the chop im a lefty
paisa dance with it in the vario with my mexicans
the homie trippin in here geekin off 2 perk 10’s
the truth is you ain’t touch no money in the first place
with the gunplay hold the chop im a lefty
paisa dance with it in the vario with my mexicans
the homie trippin in here geekin off 2 perk 10’s
the truth is you ain’t touch no money in the first place

[verse 2: lefty gunplay]
shout out breezy beat it up like rihanna
on the gang im f+cking ariana
on the gang im f+cking chilli too
lefty gunplay f+ck enemies fool
that’s my enemy’s b+tch you know i hit her
set him up wet him up you know i hit em
hit em up, like im 2pac
2 shots in the glock for that double glock
i think im bone thugs baby got my bone hard
im a dog i be all up on that foreyard

[verse 3: duffy ]
say you gettin it? yeah yeah that’s what they all say
don’t do no pump faking long live my sensei
i’ll knock a n+gga down on his birthday
i see your double cup but you ain’t pouring up no real drink
put a switch up on my stick but it won’t work right
these ain’t jays they masons but i’ll still take flight
chops out im with my mexicans on the east side
patch my heart up with some ice for all my heart times
the truth is, n+ggas pop it but don’t do sh+t
i been counting blue strips your b+tch played my new sh+t
loose lips sink ships, don’t get signed
old n+ggas think they f+cking with us? must be drunk

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