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not the case - otm lyrics

[intro: duffy]
good lookin’, zay
i need some cold sh*t for what i’m finna say
i was trippin’, but i’m chillin’ off this eight
(coronado on the beat)
the opps mad, they can never catch a break

[chorus: duffy]
think he f*ckin’ with me? that is not the case
i don’t wanna do no song, bro, i’m straight
demon time, pitchforks out, n*gga, even if i ate
your b*tch on me so i put her on some skates, she’s a roller

[verse 1: duffy]
couple rappers really in the field, but they older
i had guns i blew a couple times, but i sold ’em
now i got your addy ’cause i seen when you told her
that snitch sh*t, no, we do not condone it
yeah, you goin’ up with that flow, but you weak ’cause you stole it
i drop and these n*ggas try to clone it
two brand*new mini dracs and we tryna unload ’em
had snakes in the grass, but i mowed it
seen this weird opp n*gga, told him that my aim was the coldest
that n*gga ain’t believe me, so i showed him
said he had bread, but it’s molded, his fate got unfolded
i upped glock on him for the chili, left him frozen
i’m sorry for my n*ggas, bro, i really can’t control ’em
i’m shuttin’ down the party if i pull up with my soldiers
a joint, b*tch, i’m chosen, that gun, you don’t own it
and stop askin’ n*ggas ’bout my price ’cause i rose it, n*gga
[chorus: duffy]
think he f*ckin’ with me? that is not the case
i don’t wanna do no song, bro, i’m straight
demon time, pitchforks out, n*gga, even if i ate
your b*tch on me so i put her in some skates, she’s a roller

[verse 2: blue pesos]
the hottest, you ain’t notice? n*gga, show me my opponents
ridin’ with your rap friends, just know we k!ll rollers
keep her locked up in a cage like batman, you don’t own her
we all equipped with jackhammers, got all our tools pokin’
don’t ask, “what’s in my cup?”, n*ggas weird, you ain’t pour it
all these old*ass n*ggas act like lamar odom
i ain’t f*ckin’ with ’em
hangin’ with the opps, these shots hot, you better duck
all these n*ggas swear they thuggin’ ’til we pull up, put them k’s on ’em
on white tees, rest in peace, put his face on ’em
why the f*ck he cuff a roller? is he stupid? finna break on her
mean muggin’, let this chop speak ’cause i ain’t say nothin’
forty*yard dash, this the draft, he’s a track runner
drivin’ fast, the mac on us
didn’t want the b*tch, i had to leave her on the back burner
make your last wish, i hope you live, came with timmy turner
all you n*ggas real broke, you never been a money earner
that’s just to sum it up
totin’ fat straps up in the back, i make ’em double dutch
hit a backflip or somethin’, spin around with bubble guts
duffy came with stick on him, a hundred, we got double drums
dark coupes creepin’ on his block, we havin’ h*lla fun
[chorus: duffy & blue pesos]
think he f*ckin’ with me? that is not the case
i don’t wanna do no song (b*tch), bro, i’m straight
demon time, pitchforks out, n*gga, even if i ate
your b*tch on me so i put her in some skates, she’s a roller

[outro: duffy]
but they older, n*gga
ain’t n0body out here, n*gga
yeah, n*gga
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
off the mussle for the win
you know exactly what’s goin’ on, n*gga
think he f*ckin’ with me?
that is not the case
think he f*ckin’ with me? that is not the case
i don’t wanna do no song, bro, i’m straight
n*gga, like
on me, you n*ggas is not f*ckin’ with me
pitchforks out and all that, n*gga
yeah, n*gga, i came out with gervonte davis, n*gga
b*tch
i don’t wanna do no song, bro, i’m straight, n*gga

- otm lyrics

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