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letra de “d.o.a. (don’t opp again)” - lil ruin & big opp

[verse 1: lil ruin]
ayy, b-tch, who the f-ck said ruin ain’t active? (boom!)
drop the addy, we pull up drastic (skrrt)
hopped out the whip with a mask and plastic
now his dumbass sleep in a casket (bye-bye!)
twelve get behind, we ain’t crashin’
i’m in the trap with glocks and ratchets (facts)
these lil’ n-ggas love talkin’ savage
’til we pull up and flip they status (grah!)

[verse 2: big opp]
big opp in the back with a tec
red dot aimed right at his neck (boom!)
he froze up, now he gaspin’ for breath
should’ve stayed his goofy ass off the ‘net (p-ssy!)
i don’t talk, i just send that check
drac’ spit heat like a dragon breath (fire!)
we leavе bloodstains, that’s how we flex
no fake drills, b-tch, wе leave a mess (aghh!)

[verse 3: lil ruin]
talkin’ bout smoke? we got it for real (for real!)
b-tch, i been lurkin’, ain’t popped no pill
i just slid on a opp, left his body on tilt
his gang post pics, but don’t come in the field (scary!)
f-ck his gang, and f-ck how they feel
got the same d-mn chop that came with a seal
if i say “blitz,” my dawgs gon’ drill
better hope your soul come with a will (facts!)
[verse 4: big opp]
we pop doors, don’t shoot out windows
spin they block like old nintendo (skrrt)
he tried run, but the .40 say “h-llo”
now his folks lightin’ candles and memos (b-tch!)
i don’t tweet, i just send out info
that’s a green light when i say “go”
these f-ckboys soft, they move like jell-o
i’m really him, lil’ b-tch, not melo (hah!)

[verse 5: lil ruin]
this switch got kick like kung fu fl!cks (boom, boom!)
he tried slide, but we flipped his whip
caught his b-tch lackin’ too, she dipped
but she still got hit when we aired that strip (bye, ho!)
ruin don’t play, i really get busy
crackhead shooter, he off that jizzy
new ar lookin’ like a d-mn missile
clean that block like it got too filthy (grah!)

[verse 6: big opp]
heard his mans died, now they sad as h-ll (boo-hoo!)
we still outside tryna make sh-t swell
that boy in a blunt, can’t lie, he smell
new pack drop, now the trap got sales (flame that!)
you say you steppin’, b-tch, show me somethin’
i hit first, don’t owe me nothin’ (boom!)
lil’ bro high off xans, he buggin’
blew that switch and cleared out dozens (pew, pew!)
[interlude: lil ruin]
yeah, b-tch
you know how we rockin’, ruin season sh-t
big opp, ruin — back to back
second vid, we ain’t lettin’ up
don’t play dumb or you gettin’ touched (scoom gang!)
ayy, scoom! grab that chop, let’s f-ck up the block again

[verse 7: lil ruin]
i don’t love hoes, i just love revenge
got two dracs stuffed in my benz
two-two-threes gon’ break that skin
make a b-tch-ass n-gga never slide again
heard his block got hot, we cooled it down
with 80 rounds, we came through town
that boy was live, now he underground
no reset, b-tch, we don’t play ’round (never!)

[verse 8: big opp]
grew up grimy, ain’t sh-t changed
shootouts broad day, don’t need no range
he dissed the set, now he in a frame
rip post got his mama in pain (dumbass!)
drench with me, we on all that
pull up, hop out, then we fall back
my new b-tch bad, got all racks
but i still slide with a stick in the ball cap (boom, boom!)
[outro: big opp & lil ruin]
scoom gang, b-tch!
drench gang, we step — all facts
lil ruin, big opp — that second hit, yeah, we back
keep dissin’, we gon’ leave sh-t flat
on gang, we still outside
f-ck yo’ block, f-ck yo’ guys — b-tch!

- lil ruin big opp

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