Lyrics for Trained To Bust Halloween by OTM :
Intro:
f*ck n*gga , you a b*tch ass f*ck n*gga man OTM sh*t man BLE trap

(Ruger)
Trained to buss all my lil n*ggas they flamed up
You f*ck with us thats how you f*ck n*ggas get banged up
Since day one my lil n*ggas ain’t never changed up
We ganged up click tight like power ranger

Trained to buss all my lil n*ggas they flamed up
You f*ck with us thats how you f*ck n*ggas get banged up
Since day one my lil n*ggas ain’t never changed up
We ganged up click tight like power ranger

pus*y jit talk crazy and you get flamed up
You lame f*ck im on yo ass wit dat banga
You came up you complaining that yo flame stuck
A shame bruh how you bout to get ya brain plucked
Lil ruger what you think i got that name for
A shoota cause i keep one in the chamber
Yo noodles thats exactly what i aim for
I school ya teach you how to keep that thang tucked
My young n*ggas they go dumb and the dont give a f*ck
They wet you up for some change and a couple bucks
They set you up for every thing that you hustled up
So give it up before it rain wit straight metal slugs

(Tellis)
Free lil nicks suck my di*k rest in peace trey
Nerves bad so I smoke bout a pack a day
Hit a lick the other day it was a dummy safe
Wea that pus*y stay put dat chopper in his face

f*ck OTY 30 gang or catch a case
OTM dirty lean how that liquor taste (2x)

(Unknown)
Gettin paid by the police yall yo i feel everybody cross town be troll
My lawer told me just chill and lay low he already know i put tags on toes
Homicide detector crews knocking at my door i dont wanna talk so it ain’t sh*t you wanna know
Dont let that money go cause these n*ggas will do the most
And help you get it and when you lose it they turn to a ghost
Like supa man so fast to help ya high and or broke
Went from sugar to sh*t washin my mouth with soap
Remember this scratchin the door trynna make a lil more
You ain’t my friend
Thick or thin then what you round me for

(Frenchyy)
Free slick we sendin shots them n*ggas troll
My young n*ggas they 12 and under clutchin on poles
I sent a b*tch to do a diss we sendin hittas
Smokin purp off in a vert you smokin swishers
On the news yall ass was talkin to the reporters
Had em runnin clutchin this 40 he need some water
OTM no OTY they dead fly
All on his song like he a killer he tellin lies
Catch him momma right on the parsh hit her wit 4
Catch his sister widd his lil brother send 30 more
You ain’t no shooter you ain’t no ruger
You ain’t no trapper you a pus*y heard you be flaggin b*tch you a actor
Toe taggin thru the park after dark thats a scary sight
Without that b*tch im the Grinch widd a red light
He a b*tch wit a di*k b*tch im from the bricks
Late night wit that pipe b*tch we hittem licks

{Outro}
Free lil Fredo man free HD , trap im outside
Free the gang man rest in peace Carl Lee Martin b*tch!!
OTM B-low in this b*tch