Come Correct OTM (Ft. Day3, PlayerrWays, Ralfy the Plug & UchieBoy)

(Viper)

(Blue Pesos:)
You know the truth, bitch
I ain't finna play no games wit no nigga
My chain better and it's clear these niggas bitter
He heard P here and he shittin' in his britches
You got a problem, nigga pull up, let me know, these niggas wit me
It be hot in L.A., still walkin' wit chinchillas on
South Central, kids boucin' outta foreign rentals
I see you lift yo chain up tryna flex but they ain't hittin'
My youngs on that UK shit, they 'a drill out here
Twelve in the rear, guess it's time to go the distance
Quickie wit Mei Ling, all I need is sixty seconds
Gamble wit yo life, niggas better pay they debts
Too Greedy Stinc bitches tatted in the flesh
I'm a Stinc shot caller, niggas better come correct
I 'a get a nigga arm ripped off, watch yo step
Shake him down, lay him down, hit the flo', where's the rest?
He gon' live to see tomorrow? It depends
I'm a Stinc shot caller, niggas better come correct
I 'a get a nigga arm ripped off, watch yo step
Shake him down, lay him down, hit the flo', where's the rest?
He gon' live to see tomorrow? It depends
Forreal, nigga
I'm a Stinc shot caller, niggas better come correct
Shi- bitch
I 'a get a nigga arm ripped off, watch yo step, bitch
Huh, nigga
Shake him down, lay him down, hit the flo', where's the rest?
Shi-
He gon' live to see tomorrow? It depends
Forreal