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letra de green dot - otm

[intro: saysothemac]
(eblessedme)
ayy
(jit cooked this one)

[chorus: saysothemac]
chopstick came with whole hun and a green dot
free the gang, what you need on the green dot?
crossbow, finna knock the apple out his treetop
beatboxin’ with this chop, n-gga do the bebob
we the bustdown bandits and y’all n-ggas wear g-shock
we gon’ scorch a n-gga with pitchforks, he think he hot

[verse 1: saysothemac]
he an imposter, why he tryna be something he not?
these is sb dunks, lil’ n-gga, not no reeboks
cold demon in this dream, leave a n-gga where the sheep at
bust her down to drakeo, we ain’t listenin’ to keef sweat
he next, hand me the sticks, it ain’t no reset
i ain’t playin’ with these n-ggas, told my teacher, “f-ck recess”
and this sh-t that i’m toting’ll probably rip through three vests
i’m the best when it come to f-ckin’ up retests
i’d rather walk through h-ll ‘fore a n-gga ever see jail
i’m a hot n-gga, walk in, hoes gettin’ a heat spell
304 payin’ me just to keep my interest
glocks extended, all facts, that’s how i’m livin’
[chorus: saysothemac & blue pesos]
chopstick came with whole hun and a green dot
free the gang, what you need on the green dot?
crossbow, finna knock the apple out his treetop
beatboxin’ with this chop, n-gga do the bebob (sh-t, n-gga)
we the bustdown bandits and y’all n-ggas wear g-shock (for real, long live the mob)
we gon’ scorch a n-gga with pitchforks, he think he hot

[verse 2: blue pesos & duffy]
free ras, what you need up on your green dot?
chop came with a hundred shots and a green dot
sixty seconds, then i’m gettin’ ghost, i need five thousand
i’ve been goin’ through it on the low, don’t wanna talk about it
any n-gga speakin’ on the bros, put some chalk around him
i’m in h-ll’s kitchen with a blower, call me gordon ramsay
starin’ at my watch and my chains, i never thought i’d make it
i was tryna get it out the streets, how i become famous?
bustdown bandits, two watches, two glocks
a hundred thousand-dollar whips up on the block, we got it hot
designer guns, long stockings, we don’t really do the stocks
too many pops on my knots, keep a mop or one up top (sh-t, sh-t)

[verse 3: duffy]
i’m finna poke the window up, knock knock
big bag, i’m up guap, duck and dodgin’ punk rock, sh-t
your b-tch say she waitin’ on otm to drop
hollow tips just left a n-gga body on the blacktop
we the slums, what you need up on your green dot?
bounce out, walk him down, i ain’t send no cheap shots
laser beam, last thing he seen was a green dot
ayy, i’m innocent, you see me smilin’ in my mugshot
i like stomp-down hoes, not no fake 304
i get dough, yeah, we know, i’m in the field to get some more
i see envy in they faces ’cause we got it off the mussle
had to get up in my bag, you broke? get up and hustle, sh-t

- otm

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