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letra de s.t.o.p. - courtca$e

(hook)
s.t.o.p, we be smoking the opp pack
blow me a band where your grandmama shop at
looking for smoke, posting up where the opps at
knocking his cap off, pushing his top back
tryna f-ck up the guala?
but they can’t do it, yeah that’s on my mama
he say i ain’t bout it, i’m really with shottas
and just like a b-tch, he only with drama

(verse 1)
talking that sh-t, but he really ain’t bout it, cause he only hard when he behind a screen
f-ck on his b-tch, and i hit from the back, and i pull on her tracks while that little shawty scream
my only opps are the f-cking police, so think twice before you gon run up on me
run up on who? boy you dumb, i’m the hardest white boy in the 843
you don’t know mе, but i run that sh-t up
and my choppa gon spray, he get turned into dust
k!ll him on camеra, i ain’t talking bout snuff
i’m from the roc, but i came to the bluff
i need the guala, i ain’t giving out fronts
put a 3.5 in a motherf-cking dutch
you lookin for smoke? b-tch, i go on a hunt
his b-tch tryna kick it, ain’t talking bout punts
(hook)
s.t.o.p, we be smoking the opp pack
blow me a band where your grandmama shop at
looking for smoke, posting up where the opps at
knocking his cap off, pushing his top back
tryna f-ck up the guala?
but they can’t do it, yeah that’s on my mama
he say i ain’t bout it, i’m really with shottas
and just like a b-tch, he only with drama

(verse 2)
we play with them glocks, we play with them sticks
dot on his head, nigerian prince
last thing he gon hear is a .40 go cl!ck
and we put a few holes, now he like a ritz
you don’t know sh-t, about these streets
my choppa hungry, so choppa gon eat
all of these b-tches really wanna meet
we at your door, but it ain’t halloween
my glock and me, relationship goals
i pull up and swerve in a motherf-cking rolls
my brother said to never trust a hoe
“you need to focus on making that dough”
i like to make money, cause the money made me
i don’t rape b-tches, these b-tches, they rape me
i’m from the roc, i ain’t talkin no jay-z
me and the gang in this b-tch going brazy
i’m hanging with drillas, your b-tch on my insta
she call me lil kodak, cause i’m bout my skrilla
sticky like glue, we be smoking gorilla
you sweet like vanilla, i don’t take no pictures
i been the man ever since i was born
the way i be f-cking, i shoulda did p-rn
she said pay attention, b-tch i can’t afford
my brother had pounds in that honda accord
(hook)
s.t.o.p, we be smoking the opp pack
blow me a band where your grandmama shop at
looking for smoke, posting up where the opps at
knocking his cap off, pushing his top back
tryna f-ck up the guala?
but they can’t do it, yeah that’s on my mama
he say i ain’t bout it, i’m really with shottas
and just like a b-tch, he only with drama

- courtcae

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