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letra de walk downs - ots (only the silvas)

[verse 1: 1deezy]
i ain’t youngboy, but this choppa blew his top off
hole in one, to his head, n-gga this that top golf
got yo b-tch over now she’s here with her lock jaw
glock get to pushing b-ttons n-gga turn that switch off
n-ggas tryna hit me whole time i’m outta town boy
playing with them sharks it gets deep you gon drown boy
strolling through the city you get peeped, you get shot boy
claiming that you hard on the net, no you not boy
b-tch we get to banging with them k’s like a marching band
it’s a field trip when we slide, better watch yo mans
these ain’t true religions boy these thousand dollar pants
give yo boy leg shots now he leaning football stance
drive the whip, f-ck that, we do the walk em downs
got them boys sleeping in iraq, these them choppa sounds
feeling like i’m kobe when i slide dropping 80 rounds
sent yo boy to h-ll we the reason he went underground

[verse 2: ots piero]
b-tch you gotta pay 20 for this beat
b-tch you better stop hating for i knock you out yo feet boy
call me jimmy buckets i been sliding with the heat
in the middle of la while you laying in them streets boy
that boy got dior’s on he a target
b-tch i’m a dog that’s why i’m p-ssing on yo carpet
why she getting mad at me for cheating tryna start sh-t
she be asking why i’m always busy i’m a star b-tch
that’s why she want more
b-tch don’t have my name on her neck cuz she a dirty wh0re
i ain’t bruno mars when i leave you know i close the door
i don’t care about his death b-tch we only tryna up the score
got a red fanta drank it all i like red 40
call me bands-xual this money got me so h-rny
got old men in my pockets presidential orgy
b-tch said she’s feeling suicidal man she so corny
last one round then she tired man she so lazy
saying all these dumbass excuses man she so crazy
like i’m dr. strange all the sh-t you say it can’t phase me
i just spent a band up in saks you still at macy’s
ots the strongest we ain’t weak like ad’s ankles
had to kick her out cuz she never got the right angles
new car cost me a light 90 like a right angle
if you ain’t talking ots then i ain’t in the right label
i’m officially stimmified
ain’t a soccer player but you know we going worldwide
no i’m not a cop but i snitched when my brother died
oh nah, you know i had to lie
[verse 3: ots paolo]
brodie keep on talking all that sh-t but i don’t even care
put the red beam on his head they started saying prayers
bullet wound, looking down, b-tch you thought i hit the air
heard your big homie had to tell cuz we ain’t playing fair
lil bro kept on tryna chase her like a lost cause
didn’t even flinch when you pulled up we don’t pop shots
tryna hear another clapping sound i don’t want applause
you can find me shopping at saks, you still at ross
lemme go and see that pay check i need some motivation
ion know why cuddy dropped out he needs the education
caught me red handed but i told her there was no relation
you an lc stop chasing we don’t have patience
ots next up b-tch you know we taking over
know you hit rock bottom you ain’t getting any lower
shoot my shot, i don’t miss, feel like kyle korver
31 shots in the clip like its october
once upon a time you get to telling when you in the room
hit him in the nose three times and i shanked him too
say the wrong thing and i promise that you’ll make the news
f-ck that, you gonna get a tomb

[outro]
piero this sh-t crazy
man paolo k!lled this sh-t

- ots only the silvas

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