[OTM Frenchyy]
GGGRRRRRRRRR!! IT'S THAT OTM SHIT, FUCK N***A, TRAPP
AYEE RUGER

[OTM Ruger]
Waddup bitch

[OTM Frenchyy]
Man these fuck n***a's sleeping on'em

[OTM Ruger]
Fuck them n***a's

[OTM Frenchyy]
So we finna wake these fuck n***a's up

[OTM Ruger]
Aye
When I first jumped off the porch i was like 12
Them crackas heard bout' Lil Ruger hopped right on my trail
They say I'm outchea' and i'm thuggin' and i'm causing hell
I'm head first like a turtle coming out the shell
In Bethel Heights, OTM that's where i hang n***a
Where older n***a's that be posted selling cane n***a
Where young n***a's that be clutching on them things n***a
You slide through on that fuck shit we up and flame n***a
Young n***a since a jit thuggin' in the bricks
Got on my dick, Grab a stick, Got to hit a lick
Hurt as a jit, Trynna diss but know he a bitch
I make him piss, Put that 40 all up in his shit
I'mma go and make a n***a do the running man
They don't know that OTM just seen a hunnit bands
I swear to god on my momma it was a hunnit grand
My n***a Will told me chill i got the perfect plan
We ran it up, We banned up, Now we on the top
I'm on probation but i still keep a 40 Glock
These n***a's think they poppin' molly but it's really flock
I know some buddies that will wack you bout' a couple rocks
They talkin' down bout' Lil Ruger get your ass flipped
They talkin' down bout' Lil Frenchyy get you ass killed
That thug shit stop pretending that ain't how you built
Go in your shit when i see you n***a off the rip
Hit rock bottom i don't need a bitch to pick me up
I'm still outchea' head first chasin' after them bucks
And every where a n***a go it's shooters in the cut
I got a dick on a Glock it's bout' to buss a nut
(Fuck n***a, Dick on a 40, Stop playin' n***a, We apply pressure on these fuck n***a's, Trap, Trap, Trap)

[OTM Frenchyy]
Started rapping when i was a jit, Snappin' like a bitch
Came straight up out them fucking bricks, A bitch couldn't tell me shit
My daddy he hustling, He was working like a bitch
He knew how to make a hundred dollars out of 50 cent
I won't stop till my heart stop beating down the block
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We don't talk, We let pistols talk, Put'em in your mouth
Got some young n***a's in ya bushes right outside your house
Call up Pappy he gone just finesse run'em up a check
Fuck a vest, We don't shoot for chest we aiming at your neck
Money long bitch we make it stretch like a retarded check
Want the Money, Power, and Respect, Fuck whatever left
Pending charges got my n***a stressed they can't even flex
Plugged in like Khaled fuck n***a we the best
Buddy calling for the whole 2 that's 10 hundred
Private room full of bad bitches gettin' blunted
Fucked up his bitch walk like her shoes to tight
Damn near tried to break the bitch legs last night
You ain't never had a young n***a rush your bitch
Snatch her up, Bend her over straight fuck your bitch
All them in direct post gone have me at your shit
Waiting for your soft ass to come up out that shit
All that Facebook rapping leave that shit for the hoes
Talking bout' a lot of shit that you ain't really on
I was raised in the gutter where a lot of n***a's died at
Posted on the ugly where you got to keep your 9 at
YOU MUST NOT KNOW BOUT' ME
I got some young n***a's will take your cheese
Swervin' hard on the interstate, Them crackas coming
Crackas trynna slow a n***a up, I'm getting money
No love for a petty bitch, I can't trust'em
On the block thuggin' late night like its nothing BITCH!!