O.T.M (Out the Mud) Pressa

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[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', shit 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 fuck the rest
I know niggas catch a body like its somethin' off their chest
I know niggas servin' junkies, now he walkin' off the edge
It's so hard to click over when my niggas 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

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