Trippie Redd — OTF KNIGHTMARE

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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

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
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
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)
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

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)
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
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)