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otm - make believe lyrics

[verse 1: duffy]
we outside, n+gga, who trippin’?
off the mussle, they the truth, how they came was different
true pocket breaker, i be runnin’ off to square b+tches (viper)
two guns, two loafies, too greedy, too vicious (jermain graves, lay ’em down)
sh+t, keep the truth alive, we got one mission
i love the violence, i’ve been dealin’ with a strange addiction
no snitchin’, get jiggy, shots rang, who did it?
if she got a cookie jar, i’m finna put my hand in it
piside dance, hit my two+step when the bag land
if i got up on ’em hangin’ with thе opps, i caught him red handed
play with gang and them, i’m turnin’ to a crash dummy
triеd to introduce him to shaneyney but he ran from her

[chorus: duffy]
these n+ggas scary, why they speakin’ on the team?
as if they ever slid on us, all that sh+t be make believe
smoke with me, what we on? i’m tryna roll him in this leaf
neck dancin’, stick pokin’, racks bustin’ out my jeans
n+gga
like why these broke scary n+ggas always speakin’ on the team?
b+tch, f+ck
as if they ever slid on us, all that sh+t be make believe, n+gga
smoke with me, what we on? i’m tryna roll him in this leaf, b+tch (n+gga)
sh+t
neck dancin’, stick pokin’, racks bustin’ out the jeans
[verse 2: blue pesos]
mop sticks, street sweeps, walked in with mr. clean
she ain’t get the perky d+ck, i smoked a ‘wood and went to sleep
let’s be honest, keep it real, who really f+ckin’ with the team?
i might do it [?] and go whack this boy for free
b+tch, you f+ckin’ with a beast, nevermind, i’m just a cold demon
you gon’ tear it off or suck d+ck, b+tch? are we done here?
you know who run the city, don’t be stupid ’cause it’s quite clear
detective hardiman vibes from this n+gga, why is cops near?
quit all the cappin’ on the mic, bro, you don’t live that
i seen your new piece on the ‘gram, we gon’ come strip that
i thought he was a gangster, how he see me and start hollerin’ out?
b+tch, how you come with no uchies? man, i’m flabberghasted
just kicked back for show over, is this the pizza party?
why every time we mention money, you don’t say nothin’?
“p, who p+ssed you off, bro? you actin’ abnormal”
n+gga, shut up with that sh+t, just keep recordin’

[chorus: duffy]
these n+ggas scary, why they speakin’ on the team?
as if they ever slid on us, all that sh+t be make believe
smoke with me, what we on? i’m tryna roll him in this leaf
neck dancin’, stick pokin’, racks bustin’ out my jeans
n+gga
like why these broke scary n+ggas always speakin’ on the team?
b+tch, f+ck
as if they ever slid on us, all that sh+t be make believe, n+gga
smoke with me, what we on? i’m tryna roll him in this leaf, b+tch
sh+t
neck dancin’, stick pokin’, racks bustin’ out the jeans
[verse 3: young bull]
fix your lips when you speakin’ on the team
tough guy on the ‘net, now he on his knees
chop suey on my hip, get the bag by any means
these n+ggas really broke, they ain’t never seen a fifty+piece
fired mei ling, then i had to flee the scene (skrrt+skrrt+skrrt)
i’ma choke her so she wanna pay a fee (wanna pay the fee)
coachin’ hoes, yeah, i’m tryna get a ring
just blew a n+gga rent all up on some lean, godd+mn
i’m sippin’ mud with my mud brothers
gang and them, we don’t trust none of you new n+ggas
f+ck with him, stuck with him, duck with him
gave him fifteen all [?] (godd+mn)
now his mama cryin’, now she really miss him
whole gang full of f+ggots and some snakes
stinc team, yeah, the gang, yeah, we winnin’ (gang and them)
check the score, sore winner on these n+ggas

[chorus: duffy]
these n+ggas scary, why they speakin’ on the team?
as if they ever slid on us, all that sh+t be make believe
smoke with me, what we on? i’m tryna roll him in this leaf
neck dancin’, stick pokin’, racks bustin’ out my jeans
n+gga (n+gga, n+gga)
like why these broke scary n+ggas always speakin’ on the team? (yeah)
b+tch, f+ck (we ain’t doin’ all that, n+gga)
as if they ever slid on us, all that sh+t be make believe, n+gga (b+tch, scoreboard is not even, n+gga)
smoke with me, what we on? i’m tryna roll him in this leaf, b+tch (n+gga, where the opps at, n+gga?)
sh+t
neck dancin’, stick pokin’, racks bustin’ out the jeans
[outro: duffy]
all these opps broke as f+ck, n+gga, and scary as f+ck, n+gga
n+gga
f+ck a n+gga talkin’ ’bout, n+gga?
n+gga ain’t never came to say h+llo or none of that, n+gga
dead homies, n+gga, be outside every day, n+gga
on bunk, n+gga
ayy, young bull, what’s up with these n+ggas, bro?
what’s up with these n+ggas, bro?
these n+ggas swear to god like they really doin’ somethin’, bro, we run la, n+gga
n+gga

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