Otm Frenchyy - Otm Shooters Lyrics

(OTM Ruger) Verse 1:They Like Ruger boy you gone end up just like yo daddy but f*ck that Im thuggin way harder than my daddy me n savage just like winn dixie we stackin cabbage we rabbits cus we want dem 22 karats free Demons my dawg locked up 4 a car jackin it aint happen them crackers jus mad cus he was snappin im tied of all dem f*ck niggas who steady rappin imma crash hit em in his shit make em call his mammy or his dawgs who gone run down n thank im flaggin imma up cock bk that thang n get ta blastin watch em run while i empty the clip n let em have it is he hit i hope i ain miss i hope i wacked em for my sisters shout out to Kiyani n lil Deasia yall older but just dont forget how mama raised ya independent n dont let a nigga try to play ya if he do then come tell me n imma spray em nigga run up you gone get done up i aint tryna scare ya im just lettin ya knowimma strike ya ass i ain gone spare ya no threat young nigga look im just tryna tell ya since you playin games truth or dare pussy boy i dare ya to try me watch halos spread like poision ivy playin that tough role got dem halos rippin through his body he bootin up talkin so reckless off dat molly just be yo self stop tryna act like you jus bout it nigga yolo you only live once so bitch its yolo i be in foriens it ain legit this bitch a stolo thuggin snap through the city dickin the popo smoke purp 9 on me like Tony Romo Im thugged out yeen gotta ask me how im livin in da streets i feel like popeye when he on dat spinach my judge at 14 years old labeled me a menace break in yo shit leave it empty like the grinch in christmas

(OTM Frenchyy) Verse2: Talkin like you cutthroat an imma stretch ya stop flexin like Chris Masters bitch ion wrestle im thuggin i was raised in da streets bitch imma bastard f*ck ya momma f*ck ya grandmami and ya daddy lil savage he at yo head bout dat cabbage in traffic im chasin dem karats bitch im a rabbit yo main bitch she a eater imma beat er den leave er cus i ain got time for a skeezer he clutchin but jit aint bussin he a poser im leanin off promethazine n sprite soda if its beef im all in yo cut me n lil action wit ratchets 40s wit dicks n automatics im beatin on dat lil bitch back like im her daddy call ruger bitch dats my shooter he make it happen he actin like he bout dat pressure bitch imma smash em n lean em up out his adidas aint wit da rappin my daddy told me stop dat cussin i be trippin i asked em wea the f*ck he was at when i was little my mama raised us up by herself she was hustlin if i catch dat nigga who killed Lenny Imma buss em