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letra de otf knightmare remix - [deleted artist]

[intro: trippie redd & lil durk]
n-gga want smoke, lemme know somethin’
lam’ truck, rolls truck, both of ’em
i don’t think about death when i pour up
hotbox in the trench doing donuts
trap-a-holics, b-tch, like you ain’t know? real trap sh-t
yo, pi’erre, yo, pi’erre
woah
otf, 1400, gang
gang
gang, gang

[chorus: trippie redd]
you ain’t gang, gang, gang, you ain’t f-cking with us (gang)
you ain’t gang, gang, gang, you ain’t f-cking with us (gang)
you ain’t gang, gang, gang, you ain’t f-cking with us (gang)
you ain’t gang, gang, gang, you ain’t f-cking with us

[verse 1: trippie redd]
on the block reppin’ gang, gang, grew up real slimy
if you talk down on the gang, gang, we gon’ do you grimy
on the block, i let my chain swing, f-ck it, n-gga, try me
’cause we really, really, really in the field and sh-t
murder, murder, do a hit, i do a drill and sh-t
yeah, murder on my mind, i’m tryna k!ll some sh-t
if you ain’t gang, gang, gang, hope you get k!lled, lil’ b-tch
[chorus: trippie redd]
you ain’t gang, gang, gang, you ain’t f-cking with us (gang)
you ain’t gang, gang, gang, you ain’t f-cking with us (gang)
you ain’t gang, gang, gang, you ain’t f-cking with us (gang)
you ain’t gang, gang, gang, you ain’t f-cking with us (gang)

[verse 2: lil muillet]
imma k!ller they know it everybody wanna cup they sold everyone wanna k!ll that soul with them
everyone wanna sell them body’s everyone wanna beat up in the lobby everybody wanna shoot them
everybody wanna hoot them yeah everybody’s shooting like it is basketball everybody wanna put it
on the f-cking cult yeah you ain’t gang gang gang gang you ain’t h-ll you gang gang gang you ain’t f-cking with the bells

[verse 3: lil durk]
n-gga want smoke, lemme know somethin’
lam’ truck, rolls truck, both of ’em
i don’t think about death when i pour up
hotbox in the trench doing donuts
gave a b-tch perc’ 10, made her throw up
everybody on d-ck when you blow up
got thirty for a show, i ain’t show up
i’m trying to be like meech when i grow up
i got a switch on my glock when i blow it
and i love my k!llers, they know it
you a b-tch n-gga, jump off the porch
headshot when you walk out of court
i’m from the ‘raq where they murder for sports
last opp got murdered, of course
[chorus: trippie redd]
you ain’t gang, gang, gang, you ain’t f-cking with us (gang)
you ain’t gang, gang, gang, you ain’t f-cking with us (gang)
you ain’t gang, gang, gang, you ain’t f-cking with us (gang)
you ain’t gang, gang, gang, you ain’t f-cking with us (gang)

[verse 4: g herbo]
real gang members, type of n-ggas say my name, hit you (bow)
let that flame get you, two n-ggas end up same picture, uh
told myself i ain’t havin’ no paper ’til i could change richards
f-ck is you lane switching? go ahead set your pace and finish
all these chains glisten
hand them out to my main n-ggas (gang)
quick to change n-ggas
opps and i ain’t the same n-ggas (course not)
cl!ck-clack, bang (bang)
you know i ain’t learned that at no range, n-gga (course not)
shoot at my veins, p-ssy, can’t hang if you ain’t gang, n-gga

- deleted artist

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