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letra de dead opps - joshy balla

[intro: yung boss tevo]
y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on
haha
aye

[chorus: yung boss tevo]
they’re like why you smokin’ on a dead opp
what you’re supposed to do with a dead opp
they know i got the game in a headlock
hit that b-tch with this chop made his head drop
aye n-ggas know we swing like the red sox
they know we’re posted up like a mailbox
hollows out the 40 left [?] sh-ll shock
n-ggas thought they can hear when the sh-lls drop
n-ggas thought that they can hang when we came through
oh you bad well my lil n-ggas bang too
watch that choppa gon kick like kung-fu
k.k.k my lil n-ggas will hang you
yeah my lil n-ggas gon find you
no white chalk my lil n-ggas will blind you
knock that b-tch out his shoes what that iron do
we pull up and pull out like a drive-thru

[verse 1: yung boss tevo]
they know we got the wave, tsunami
[?] bald heads like ghandi
i might pull up in a ghost like tommy
label know i’m hot, so they’re trying to sign me
you might think i’m nemo how they’re trying to find me
you might think i’m jesus how they’re trying to cross me
just like a light switch n-ggas trying to off me
the opps started rapping that’s when n-ggas lost me

[verse 2: tg3 thr33]
riding with this 50, [?]
treat em like a pack, [?]
i ain’t talking white, but i’m finna off em
[?]
you know i be with my 3
catch him, we send em up like a tree
should’ve never stepped to me
god done gave him his wings
i hop god gave him his halo
cause my 40 gon do what i say so
i know you get the [?] like a elbow
they know we in the field like a scarecrow
they know we in the field like a farmer
and i run to that pack [?]
and i’ll get in his hat like a barber
if that boy on his feet, then you know imma [?]

[verse 3: joshy balla]
say you want war my n-gga lets bang it out
get a gun now these n-ggas act gangsta now
call my shooter i know he gon take em down
[?] just to make it out
keep on reachin get hit with this in & out
she a thot wanna see what this d-ck about
sending shots then i’m gon take a different route
he gon die on the scene just to get some clout
got a bag they be dissin on twitter now
got a gun now he think he a k!ller now
on the block with the gang with the members now
40 or the ruger on gang it’s gon sit em down

[verse 4: fbm camo]
your big homie know that lead hot
we don’t aim for the body just headshots
and i keep me a burner like craig pops
and imma take off his fitted to dreadlocks
on the gang boy i gotta keep spinnin
when i shoot it don’t stop till it’s finished
n-ggas know that lil camo a menace
free the demon he booked for a sentence
any beat i get on i rip it
put your whip in the [?] imma flip it
n-ggas know that i’m straight from the trenches
[?] the f-ck is a ticket?

- joshy balla

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