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', 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

[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 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 nigga, 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 niggas 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', shit 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

• Artist:Pressa
• Album:Gardner Express (2020)