Pressa - O.T.M (Out the Mud) lyrics

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Pressa - O.T.M (Out the Mud) lyrics

[Intro] Don't let me get it out the mud and throw it in ya face His biggest record ain't even better than my— Uh, yeah, Press Machine (boyband) Yeah [Chorus] Don't let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face His biggest record ain't even better than my throwaways I sell a record but I could really sell anything Car get riddled diddle-dah bullets riddlin' Bullets riddlin', sh*t ho,t yeah, it's crazy Bullets riddlin', bullets hot, yeah, they blazin' Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him They used to call me Rico now I'm servin' crack to Jason Whoa [Verse 1] I'm with the gang and all I know is fu*k the rest I know ni**as catch a body like its somethin' off their chest I know ni**as servin' junkies, now he walkin' off the edge It's so hard to click over when my ni**as call collect They keep cuttin' out the threeway Question him for three days Homicides get beat, aye They promise he ain't leavin' Lawyer with no briefcase And he walk out the station Smilin' like a demon [Chorus] Don't let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face His biggest record ain't even better than my throwaways I sell a record but I could really sell anything Car get riddled diddle-dah bullets riddlin' Bullets riddlin', sh*t hot yeah it's crazy Bullets riddlin', bullets hot yeah they blazin' Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him They used to call me Rico now I'm servin' crack to Jason Whoa [Verse 2] I wanna live good If I don't know the business then I go read the book My ni**a, yeah, he stuck ain't no leavin' the hood Condo next to the hood I drop a hit now I'm ready to book (Whoa) You see I'm sick, I got a Wassa disease (Whoa) He get shot and now he washed and deceased (Whoa) W, so we double the V (Whoa) Homicide, this ain't regular D's (Whoa) I came off of thirty-six O's You see, the police tryna hang me with ropes I went to hunnid from O I met some ni**as that play wit' their nose I got some dawgs but don't play wit' a bone Yeah you know how it go [Chorus] Don't let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face His biggest record ain't even better than my throwaways I sell a record but I could really sell anything Car get riddled diddle-dah bullets riddlin' Bullets riddlin', sh*t hot yeah it's crazy Bullets riddlin', bullets hot yeah they blazin' Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him They used to call me Rico now I'm servin' crack to Jason Whoa