Lil Durk - Oc lyrics

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Feat. OTF NuNu

(Verse)

Smoek Oc by the Vegas,

Twenty a show and these niggas can't take us

Forty rooga, leave a nigga with taser

RV pull on me, him on the spanker

Tell Billy to put me on the wait list

I just caught me a child with that Nina mah faces

Wipe out a mob, I'm addicted to mayhem

A bubba no bullet be taming

Cry on the bigo, that steamer we came

I got the acid, I throw off the train

I'm gettin' money, I'm stuck in my ways

Bitch, you ain't me, cause I gotta get payed

Niggas be talkin', got shooters like Ray

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Wanna hear sad? Got a luat for the J

Niggas they bitch, they chill for the K

But these bitch ass niggas so fat

These niggas be fake, gotta watch 'em

I'm hot, so I know they on me

Robocop, robo-robber

That Nina my pro'lem solver

Man down, no shares, revolver

At the top, but I gotta go harder

I like my Lina lit darker

Bullet holes, same sound, miss Parker

My squad, they stay on ?

Get back if you ain't gettin' no money

YSL got me straight stuntin

I'm strapped, you tweaked, I'm uppin'

Cash out, make it back, it's nothin'

Red spots on his face, no blushin'

These guns, they burnin' like Usher

My shooters gonna scorch to bust 'em

(Verse)

Nigga get clap bow wow

Four time, no twitter,

But nigga get clap no cloud

Cowboys bad for it just to get clout

Do it here fo' sis

Catch her, I do it, yaw

Ring cost thirty, but the watch cost fifty

Switch, giddy ya, same place like 50

French fries only get both sides at Crispy

East Style with the thirty three nine, no fifth

And we coolin' befo', bare on yo bitch, no porn

Ask me a hunit, no torn. Be real!

Dance to the three like Jordan

Twenty two shots plus one, that's cold

If you stupid, niggas mad cause we do this

Live only like a savage and you roofless

3 hundid OTL, that's the movement

(Verse)

Put a drum on a nipple

Shooters all pointed and they aimin' official

Throwin' that Tech like a ref' with a whistle

My niggas, they 30, don't pick up they dribble

Won't worry, got missiles

Squad so hungry, they eat in the Grisham

Bitch, I'm the shit, I'm allergic to tissue

We stabbin' that civil, get money, no issue

Only the family, cause niggas ain't with you

Fillin' my sub, cause I got the new pistol

I keep on blow, rex towed on the low

Bottle lens for the scope, guns copped for a rope

Take them down for the coke, where he got it it was cold

Part the lane with the dope, these niggas don't talk

Y'all niggas go soap, four hundid for the gold

Broke niggas do the most, stackin' bread by the low

Burn them trees by the oat, try swimmin', get sowed