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the mg’s – ots lyrics

[verse 1: pistol]
ok it’s ots and they know it
got the b+tches turnt up and they goin’
call me pistol b+tch i’m the coldest
feel like a hype all this dope i’m smokin’
just popped a molly i’m rollin’
got the whole squad with me they goin’
a n+gga dump at his body they blowin’
better use yo head fo’ yo sh+t get left open
i don’t got no time for these lames
no i won’t really f+ck with these lames
if a n+gga disrespect my name
cold steel red dot blue flame
hittin’ l!cks f+ck around and get stang
money where i came tell a n+gga keep the fame
these n+ggas fake we ain’t never been the same
he blow crack cocaine in the vein
i got dollar signs on my mind
i don’t really give these b+tches no time
i one night the hoe she ain’t mine
i don’t know why the f+ck she callin’ my line
heart break kid i leave them hoes cryin’
in this sh+t like murders no crime
sh+t’s so easy now i ain’t even tryin’
toke on the truth ya’ll know we ain’t lyin’
smoke dope get p+ssy that’s all i do
countin’ this paper n+gga what about you?
tell her to gut it my n+gga with the sh+ts too, menace in the booth, time for loose screws he a fool
tickin’ time bomb any minute go off, tryna’ show off get yo stupid ass broke off, ya’ll n+ggas so soft
and ion want talk
if it ain’t about money broke n+gga get lost
broke n+gga get lost, (broke n+gga get lost)
broke n+gga get lost, (broke n+gga get lost)
broke n+gga get lost, (broke n+gga get lost)
ya’ll n+ggas so soft and ion want talk, if it ain’t about money
broke n+gga get lost, (broke n+gga get lost)
broke n+gga get lost, (broke n+gga get lost)
broke n+gga get lost, (broke n+gga get lost)
squaaaaaaaaaaaaad!

[verse 2: ]
i f+cked yo b+tch now she stompin’
b+tch you ain’t ballin’ you walkin’
f+ck with me and you a dead n+gga
no boozy b+tch in this party
i’mma need you roll this dope up
loud is what she rollin’
his b+tch is what i’m poking, watch this solo b+tch i’m blowin’
n+ggas know i’m packin’
n+gga never know lackin’
you f+ck with me, you a dead n+gga
next up you gone meet yo coffin
all my n+ggas they blowin’
n+ggas know what they holdin’
my lil bruh took dook n+gga
d+mn everybody know he drummin’
broad day he get it crackin’
b+tch he ’bout that action
on truth or on a bird n+gga
you slide through you a dead n+gga
all my n+ggas tote glocks n+gga
you slide through you a dead n+gga
f+ck that charger and that impala
you n+ggas slide through, ya’ll dead n+ggas
my squad n+ggas, i put in work for my squad n+ggas
in squad i trust for squad i bust
i put in work for my squad n+ggas
shout out two times
shout out two times
free don wolf n+gga
free don wolf n+gga

- the mgs lyrics

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