Houdini lyrics

by

OTM



[Intro: Duffy]
Ayy
Hold on
Ayy, look

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Who he scorin'? I ain’t playin' no defense (Who he scorin'?)
Lean got me broke, I ain’t sippin' no cheap sh*t ([?])
Try me, I'ma slap him in that mouth that he eat with ([?])
Reach for this, I'm blowin' back the noggin that think with (Dumb n*gga)
Dyin'-ass n*gga like a drug, yeah, I shrink sh*t (Heat)
I don't gangbang, but my n*gga, this some G sh*t (G sh*t)
Scammer b*tch swipe for some Christian, I'ma bleed this (Bleed hard)
Expensive shoes on, n*gga ballin’, I can’t crease them (Can't do it)
Bag a b*tch with her own crib, I feel grown now (Come through)
This Designer, so it’s flicks every time I'm on now (n*gga fly)
Can't swim, bustdown, prayin' that I don’t drown
Walkin' out of Neimans with some bags goin' downtown
A big on me, n*gga, slidin' in a bucket with it
Can't be a target to the pigs, I ain't startin' with it (f*ck 'em)
Blowеr in the back, who wanna fight? 'Cause I won't argue with 'еm (I ain't goin')
Duff be cuttin' up, yeah, I'm full-fledged carbon
n*ggas politicin', go 'head, you n*ggas makin' no breads
Bad day'll get a lazer beam on his forehead
Lame n*gga, get up off my back, I got no pegs (Get up off my back)
Fiendin' for my old b*tch, n*gga, you get no cred
Be yellin' code red, murder, wet the whole bed
Move around, n*gga, I don't hang around no feds (Move around)
Icy-ass n*gga finna slide, we got no sled (n*gga icy)
Two n*ggas came for OTM, now they both dead, n*gga
Maybe y'all ain't hear my n*gga P, but we been knew (Been knew)
Only thing I'm sayin' to this cop is what I didn't do (I don't know)
Big dog, great danes with us, he's a shih tzu (Big dog)
And my n*ggas got more FNs than Quin Ju (n*gga)
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
I keep spittin' on these beats like they freaky (Like they freaky)
I'ma spray a n*gga up, call him graffiti (Call him graffiti)
Guapanese, I ain't speakin' in Swahili (Guapanese)
Make a n*gga disappear like Houdini (Disappear)
I'm invitin' b*tches over like I'm home alone (Home alone)
Free my pops makin' songs out that prison from (Big thug)
Man, I'm always with some dogs like I'm Willie Jones (Willie Jones)
Fly Raybans, I'm feelin' like a cyclone (Like a cyclone)
I'm a fly n*gga, [?]
My b*tch, she got big hips (Big hips), rock and roll the show
OTM, we some misfits
She better bring the dough, on God, she gettin' dismissed
Cat Williams Friday, lil' b*tch, I'm a big pick
Blower in my drawers got me walkin' with a big limp (Big limp)
Socked him in his jaw and his mouth, he got a big lip
Lil' [?] with the gang, on God, we left a big tip
Punch a n*gga with these hands, I got big fists
Slidin' weird n*ggas always wonderin' what I got
You want time, on God, you can't see it on this watch
Throw some hundreds in my shorts and my socks
[?] with my n*ggas splited fifty off this guap (Fifty-fifty)
Green in my pocket got me feelin' like a leprechaun
Pour money in this sh*t, could tell that this the marathon (RIP)
Grabbed him by his shirt, slapped his face, told him, "Carry on"
n*ggas lil' kids, I'm short fuse like a cherry bomb
All my n*ggas sluggin', boomin' sh*t like they Barry Bonds
sh*t in the drug big as f*ck, I'm a juggernaut
[?] these n*ggas act gay, really fruit like an apricot (Weird n*gga)
Chop make a n*gga backflip and hit a somersault (Lil' n*gga)
[?] at the bottle, don't put it in that styrofoam
Got to [?] a n*gga sick, had to karate chop his collarbone
Hit a b*tch with kids, on God, that's a milestone
Pop out with some Henny, your b*tch on me tryna drive the boat
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