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Trippie Redd x Lil Durk & G Herbo - OTF Knightmare

Posted by RAP OU CRĒVE
24 FEB 2020, 11:50
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LYRICS

Intro: Trippie Redd & Lil Durk 
Nigga want smoke, lemme know somethin' 
Lam' truck, Rolls truck, both of 'em 
I don't think about death when I pour up 
Hot box in the trench doing donuts 
Trap-a-Holics, bitch, like you ain't know, real trap shit! 
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 fucking with us (Gang) 
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang) 
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang) 
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking 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, fuck it (Yeah), nigga, try me 
'Cause we really, really, really, in the field and shit 
Murder, murder, do a hit, I do a drill and shit 
Yeah, murder on my mind, I'm tryna kill some shit 
If you ain't gang, gang, gang, hope you get killed lil' bitch 

 

Chorus: Trippie Redd 
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang) 
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang) 
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang) 
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang) 

 

Verse 2: Lil Durk
Nigga want smoke, lemme know somethin'
Lam' truck, Rolls truck, both of 'em
I don't think about death when I pour up
Hot box in the trench doing donuts
Gave a bitch Perc' 10, made her throw up
Everybody on dick when you blow up
Got 30 for a show, I ain't show up
I'm trying to be like Meech and not grow up
I gotta switch on my Glock when I blow it
And I love my killers, they know it
You a bitch nigga, jump off the porch
Headshot when you walk out of court
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 fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)

 

Verse 3: G Herbo
Real gang members, type of niggas say my name, hit you (Bow)
Let that flame get you, two niggas end up same picture, uh
Told myself I ain't have no paper until I can change riches
Fuck is you lane switching, go ahead set your pace and finish
All these chains glisten
Hand them out to my main niggas (Gang)
Quick to change niggas
Opps now ain't the same niggas (Course not)
Click-clack, bang (Bang)
You know I ain't learned that at no range, nigga (Course not)
Shoot at my veins, pussy can't hang if you ain't gang, nigga

 

Chorus: Trippie Redd
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)


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