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For the Record

Album cover art for "For the Record" by OTM & EBK Young Joc

OTM & EBK Young Joc - Rap, Gangsta Rap

For the Record

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September 21, 2022.

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[Intro: Blue Pesos] (Go and run it up like T) Eat that You know the truth, nigga [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] I just dropped a whole drum, now I feel better Too guns in my hand, I start paisa dancin' Stinc chasin' K sparks, you see the lights flashin'? Time to set the play up, call me John Madden Hit sticks, watch his wig split down the middle, why you flinch? It'll be a tragic story if you say that shit again In my section, you a buster, might as well be a snitch 'Cause we don't tolerate neither, nigga, that's for the record Damn, you need to do better, get a hold of yourself Reach for this ice, let's get trippy, here's a micro dosage Just ask anybody, bitch, they'll say I'm the dopest Even thе baddest bitches hit me, wouldn't drop a quartеr Chop knockin' brains out, it's partially stupid I talk crazy to the bitches, I'm probably the rudest You ain't talkin' 'bout no uchies? Then what is you sayin'? I was inspired by the don, don't hate on the greatest Just talk to me, what's the problem? We need to be straight Old bitches hit me up, "Damn, you real famous" Hit him with this lil' cannon, gave him 1080 Shell shocked from my neck, I almost chipped Rayman [Verse 2: Duffy] Bitch, we used to niggas hatin' XD's and F&N's, we got abbreviations Okay, we finna let you live, just make sure you thank me Foreigns racin', see my chain? It's drivin' her crazy I can't go nowhere with niggas, all my homies janky Every 'fit you see me in, it wasn't nothin' basic They mad the Stincs run LA, that's a simple statement Got the drop, I'm finna go get some retaliation I'm runnin' out of patience, I'm finna show 'em what I got Celebration up at Woody's, we just barbecued an opp Independence day, we 'bout to throw a party on the block Pops on my knots, the cold demons got the summer hot Just watch, any competition with us gettin' squashed Big Glocks for any stupid nigga tryna kickbox Four mops, we can't even fit 'em in the stash spot How the opps out today? We finna need some more chalk [Verse 3: EBK Young Joc] What's beef if you ain't really out here tryna fry a nigga? Raised in the jungle, I've been runnin' with them lions, nigga He got a pole, it's just for show, no, he ain't slidin' with it Ganon on me, I'm gon' blow, I ain't fightin' niggas Ayy, nigga, say, nigga, told her, "Pay me" We through they block, cameras out, this ain't SayCheese Fuck the Glock, I'm with the chop, hand me the K, please Niggas yellin' "Bustdown" but got on fake D's I told lil' mama shut her mouth and she said, "Make me" Beat somebody ass about my sister like I'm Stacy You understand that? Since we can't find out, then we comin' where your mans at Freeze up on a skit, that's a foul, we ain't playin' that, nigga We ain''t playin' that Freeze up on a skit, that's a foul, we ain't playin' that Since we can't find out, then we comin' where your mans at

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