Danger Zone lyrics
by OTM
[Intro: Duffy]
(I get my work from the narco)
n*gga
Look
Let me get in my bag
[Verse 1: Duffy]
Who that n*gga talking? Just some n*gga we ain't worried 'bout
Finna bust a n*gga bubble, gang aired him out (Gang aired him out)
n*gga cowards, I let bullets fly through Courage house (Fly through Courage house)
Politicking on the 'Gram, what is that about? (What is that about?)
Narco wave, b*tch, we plugged in, Cali to the south
n*gga ran his mouth, I shut him up, I'm with the bouncing out ( I'm with the bouncing out)
n*gga, you ain't never shot that stick, you should put it down
Ain't no broke n*ggas here, you can’t come around (You can’t come)
OTM heavy stepping, ain't nobody trippin' on us
Clutching on my blower in the party 'cause I'm feeling funny (Feeling funny)
He’s no longer if he try me, n*gga, what opponent?
n*ggas sleeping on LA, gang and them finna get it going (Get it cracking)
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
He think he Rambo with that gun, we gon' take it from him (We gon' take it from him)
Off the Mussle for the what? n*ggas know the slogan
Hundred shells make his ear ring, make a big explosion (Make a big explosion)
You ain't never popped no Perc-10, n*gga, that's an Ibuprofen (n*gga, that's an Ibuprofen)
n*ggas really think they hard rapping Times New Roman?
Hold the strap steady, why you sweaty, n*gga? Time to focus (Time to focus)
Acting out in Neimans striping n*ggas out they Gucci loafers (Out they Gucci loafers)
c*cky when I throw the gang up, n*ggas know I be boasting
I got drop on the opps, time to put it in motion
He said he finna shoot me, I just laughed and I told him to blow it (Blow it)
Off The Mussle f*ckin' up the party, we causing commotion
We know you see this blower poking, ready for it, fully loaded (Fully loaded)
[Verse 3: Duffy]
He don’t really want no smoke, n*ggas probably joking
I know you heard of Off the Mussle, they by far the coldest
Catch that boy with Chuck E. Cheese, I'm striping his tokens
You ain't with the cool guys, go sit with the broke ones
n*ggas weird, if you ain't gang, I can’t rock with n*ggas
I ain't tryna talk to bums unless the topic chili
He thought we only had .30 but we got extensions
Tried to pop it out the mouth, hit him right in the kisser
Anytime we in the field, we gon' treat it like the Super Bowl
If the Stinc Team here, this an automatic danger zone
n*ggas really in the streets, he a thug on the microphone
Made him dance, had to hit him with an Uzi, made his shoulder roll
[Verse 4: Blue Pesos]
Pass the blower, hit the dash, Duffy hit me with the give and go
You ain't gang then I'm cool, I'd rather sit alone
Stuffed his body in the locker, R.I.P. to Davy Jones
Asking for a hand, hold this hundred, look, here it goes
Street n*gga toting poles, chalk zone him, take a stroll
n*ggas smile in my face, I know they hate me, though
Counting up the racks and the packs, it's all on the stove
Stinc Team K, is he stupid? We gon blow his dome
[Outro: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
Yeah, n*gga
Narco Stinc wave
(n*ggas know, Off the Mussle for the win)
b*tch
b*tch
Gang and them, gang and them