letra de yop 4 a opp - heembeezy & fivestardjay
[intro]
(ayy, slime, turn that sh-t up)
[chorus: heembeezy & fivestardjay]
yeah, i came from the bottom to the top
i’m countin’ blue hundreds, i been sippin’ on wock’
like h-ll nah, i can’t live without the glock
leave me ‘lone, lil’ b-tch, i’m gettin’ guap
like, n-gga, what it is? keep a yop for an opp
i got bullets for your kids, if you talkin’, they gettin’ popped
i remember pullin’ skits, slidin’ down on n-ggas’ blocks
now i’m busy tryna win, told bro meet me at the top
like benz from a focus, baby, i ain’t think you’d notice
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i’m frozen, she gon’ f-ck me ’cause i’m chosen
[verse 1: heembeezy]
yeah my b-tch, she pretty, puerto rican, p-ssy wet, you know i dove in
trackhawk jeep, b-tch, this ain’t no ford focus (ayy, slime, turn that sh-t up)
yeah, i get my own money and my own guap
n-ggas flexin’ phony money and his homie glock
sent the b-tch a black truck, f-ck me out my socks
n-gga wanna act tough, b-tch, i got thirty shots
b-tch, i got thirty rounds
you got all that booty, b-tch, let me see it bounce
you got a bbl, she do hair and she do nails
went to school to be a nurse, so she got good health
[verse 2: fivestardjay]
we put your brother in the blender, that n-gga broke the scale
on my own, ran up a hundred, i ain’t need no help
the opps ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, i’m tryna up my wealth
thinkin’ ’bout them risks i took when i look at myself
i pray the lord, i repent all them sins i commit
i hope i can be forgiven, i know god watchin’
i be f-ckin’ with them n-ggas that walkin’ with chopsticks
i know i gotta watch my lane, i’m the trendin’ topic (ayy, slime, turn that sh-t up)
we came from the bottom to the top, know it’s a blessing
no, you better not run up, boy, i’m clutchin’ on my smith & wesson, naw
i got perkies in my body, got me geeked up
know it’s everybodyk and i don’t need no one
[chorus: heembeezy & fivestardjay]
yeah, i came from the bottom to the top
i’m countin’ blue hundreds, i been sippin’ on wock’
like h-ll nah, i can’t live without the glock
leave me ‘lone, lil’ b-tch, i’m gettin’ guap
like, n-gga, what it is? keep a yop for an opp
i got bullets for your kids, if you talkin’, they gettin’ popped
i remember pullin’ skits, slidin’ down on n-ggas’ blocks
now i’m busy tryna win, told bro meet me at the top, like
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