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Grrah Ayy, too many opps man (Grrah) Fuck them niggas, we gon' catch ya, that's why, get to blicking I'm too hot Grrah, ayy, grrah-grrah Grrah, ayy COE, all these thoughts in my head, like And them niggas on His bitch tryna fuck for a
share, like Bitch, I
keep the
Glock on my rib Brodie said pass him the
shot, he gon' walk down, dismiss him (Grrah) He catch a
opp, get to clicking (Clickin') Fuck the
opps, they be dissing like (Fuck the
opps, they be dissin') 'Til a
opp nigga missing These niggas talking, but they ain't never did shit like (Ain't ever did shit) Why my block being mentioned? Like (Why my block being mentioned?) 'Cause my block got attention like (Block got attention) Bitch, we got 40s extended like And we known for the
clicking (known for the
clickin') I
hate talking 'bout opps 'cause it's shit I
can't mention (It's shit I
can't mention) I
get money, big difference Niggas get shot and still wanna be dissing Niggas goofy, they all be on kid shit like This shit gon' get scary when I
make the
hitlist No, I
ain't worried, bitch, I
really did shit Up this shit in a
hurry, bitch, I
really blitz shit Too many opps I
can name in a
zip Rah, Lotti, that dub' never hit Like opta, swear they be all on my dick Send a
baba, we catch her taking a
flick Throw a L
up, let it drop We make it hot in this bitch Hella dots on the
side, watch 'em fry in this shit We got too many opps, they ain't sliding and shit, grrah I
be dripping, that's the
shit that I
like to do (like to do) Up this piping and shit, I
ain't fighting you (Fighting you) But we get to beating his ass, just to stay hyping you Like, he don't up on the
drill, he that type of dude (He that type of dude) I
could never tote Beretta They know me, bitch, I
shoot through the
sweater Like, I
get rough, I
do drills, any weather Walk down gang, tell me, who do it better? We catch him right, bitch, we beating on optas Bullets hot, make a
opp do the
cha-cha Spinning what? Bitch, they ain't spinning my block Smoking, niggas aimed at his māthā Ducking five-oh, little bro made the
block hot Spot a
opp, up the
heat, let the
chop fly He move to his head and shots from his hotspot Bitch, I'm with the
gang, so I'm feeling like Popeye If I'm dolie, I'm still letting shit fly Like why would I
lie? Up that shit on like six guys No kizzy, this shit really happen Niggas capping, that's all for reactions Blasting, that's on bro, I
get active Lacking, leave that boy in the
past tense (Grrah, grrah, grrah) Put that boy all in his caption Brodie said pass him the
shot, he gon' walk down, dismiss him (Grrah) He catch a
opp, get to clicking (Clickin') Fuck the
opps, they be dissing like 'Til a
opp nigga missing These niggas talking, but they ain't never did shit like (Ain't ever did shit) Why my block being mentioned? Like (Why my block being mentioned?) 'Cause my block got attention like (Block got attention) Bitch, we got 40s extended like And we known for the
clicking I
hate talking 'bout opps 'cause it's shit I
can't mention I
get money, big difference Niggas get shot and still wanna be dissing Niggas goofy, they all be on kid shit like This shit gon' get scary when I
make the
hitlist No, I
ain't worried, bitch, I
really did shit Up this shit in a
hurry, bitch, I
really blitz shit Bitch, I
really blitz shit, like But we don't flex what they make off this hitlist, like All them niggas on kid shit, like Little bro get to blitzing Tell 'em niggas, "Just eat" Like, bro in the
cut with the
speed like, and that .40, ah Grrah, but that shit bought like a
speaker
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