Lyrics Fucced Em by OTM

Blue Pesos:
Hm… hmmm
([?] made another one)
Bitch, you know the truth, Long Live Drakeo
(Duece, make it slap)
This a bussdown, Richie gon be Don Dada
I brought a chopper to the stage, it’s a showstopper
lookin’ good, I brought two hotties
Gang’nem no lames’nem, we don’ know n***as
A ten-ball on my neck, shit, fucked ‘em
Have you seen my Distro? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the scoreboard n***a? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the fits that I wear? Shit, fucked ‘em
A ten-ball on my neck, shit, fucked ‘em
Have you seen my Distro? Shit, fuckеd ‘em
You see the scoreboard n***a? Shit, fuckеd ‘em
You see the fits that I wear? Shit, fucked ‘em
When we popped out with these diamonds, shit, fucked ‘em
Yeah I see all these haters, shit, fuck ‘em
I bodybuild her whole world, this K buffer
Need a freaky in the dark if I touch her
Nah, Ion love you, I’m on buckets, no time for you
N***as know the truth and it hurts, be honest bro
All them guns in yo rap, is you gon’ lock and load?
Fuck all these fag n***as, hope they die slow
The shit that go through my head, only God knows
Take a walk in my shoes, you’ll be mind-blown
Chrome-hearted and my neck lookin’ ice-cold
I said “Strip him. After that, grab his iPhone”
A ten-ball on my neck, shit, fucked ‘em
Have you seen my Distro? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the scoreboard n***a? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the fits that I wear? Shit, fucked ‘em
A ten-ball on my neck, shit, fucked ‘em
Have you seen my Distro? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the scoreboard n***a? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the fits that I wear? Shit, fucked ‘em
Duffy:
It’s just another day
Yeah, fucked ‘em
I don’t think you really think you want no problems with me, trust me
Too Greedy Fam, we ain’t hang around no busters
Told him [?] that dissin’ on the Team, bruh, I warned him
All our pieces custom, I ain’t tryna hear no humble
Shut up old n***a, you somebody drunk uncle
Hit stick fumble, icy chilly baby, Sub-Zero
Liu Kang kicks, I might drop a few icicles
Cold Demons, mini Stincmeaners, yeah we hate n***as
If it’s one thing you know we don’t do, yeah that’s fake n***as
Take a n***a loose since he thinkin’ we was playin’ wit him
Square-ass n***as, Off The Mussle shaped way different
They can’t never catch me lackin’, Duffy stay wit it
A lil bit of drama of drama won’t hurt, but I ain’t come for it
Don’t be worried ‘bout my time unless you paid for it
Shells if he tell and some hollows for them mean-muggers

Blue Pesos:
A ten-ball on my neck, shit, fucked ‘em
Have you seen my Distro? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the scoreboard n***a? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the fits that I wear? Shit, fucked ‘em
A ten-ball on my neck, shit, fucked ‘em
Have you seen my Distro? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the scoreboard n***a? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the fits that I wear? Shit, fucked ‘em
Ralfy the Plug:
Ralfy got that new Drakeo piece, shit, fucked ‘em
You wanna beef with the Plug? Shit, good luck with it
Gang’nem all bodybuilders and you ain’t doin’ no buffin’
Twelve got up on me, I told ‘em Ion know nothin’
N***as be talkin’ slick, but they ain’t doin’ no thuggin’
Hand it over, lil bitch, and don’t be doin’ no fussin’
I’m gettin’ big racks, I’m not doin’ no clubbin’
If I’m thuggin’ in my videos, I’m thuggin’ in public
The Plug

Blue Pesos:
A ten-ball on my neck, shit, fucked ‘em
Have you seen my Distro? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the scoreboard n***a? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the fits that I wear? Shit, fucked ‘em
A ten-ball on my neck, shit, fucked ‘em
Have you seen my Distro? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the scoreboard n***a? Shit, fucked ‘em
You see the fits that I wear? Shit, fucked ‘em