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letra de yoppp - mirstackn & happydranker

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[intro]
uh, uh, go!
stretch gang, stretch gang
uh, uh

[happydranker]
f-ckin’ b-tches out them drops, that’s just what i do
f-ckin’ b-tches out them drops
f-ckin’ b-tches out them drops, that’s just what i do
get a drop on what’s his name, we goin’, uh

yeah, my b-tch bad, so i got bad habits
we like slidin’ through them blocks, uh, go
we like choppin’ n-ggas up, choppin’ n-ggas’ heads off
she said, “what you doin’?” i’m tryna get this bread up

please don’t call my phone at 3 a.m., talkin’ my head up
she like, “boy, get the f-ck up out my face, you on sum”
shoot a n-gga down and sh-t, we get that drop, we goin’ dumb
man, f-ck y’all block, y’all n-ggas can’t dub with a ret, y’all n-ggas is done

ain’t sh-t but some bread, n-gga, i’ll leave you dead
this sh-t ain’t nothin’
n-gga say he been a don, he ain’t throw no shots
i know he bluffin’
this a binary trigger, hit that p-ssy right in his m-ffin
he can’t get off the ground, we had sent a dozen
he be with the opps ain’t cl!ck with the opps its f-ck my cousin
we be sendin’ them rounds, we sendin’ them rounds
sh-t just keep on bustin’

[mirstackn]
mmm, take a erk and sip my drink, i do my dance
lil’ n-gga seen a glock, now he runnin’
why he got hands in his pants

why you keep poppin’ ya sh-t? why you talkin’?
you don’t even slide for your mans, huh
if you got somethin’ i like, then your lil’ ass gettin’ jammed

scammed two n-ggas on telly, now they callin’ me a ham
you don’t even got no money for lunch
n-gga walk down, he get hit with a cutter

no, you can’t hop in the v
i don’t f-ck with you n-ggas, i shoot with my brother
hop out, clean the scene
wipe a n-gga out like a butler

uh, yop, yop, yop, yop, we spinnin’ your block
how you tryna line me through my b-tch?
n-gga, she gave me your drop
like, “is you crazy?”
nah, n-gga, i think you stupid
why the f-ck you got a gun and you ain’t ’bout to use it?

she wanna f-ck me and my brother
why this b-tch keep choosin’?
gettin’ money and f-ckin’ hoes
that’s the sh-t i’m doin’

i ain’t no motherf-ckin’ rapper
i ain’t been feelin the music
takin’ all these f-ckin’ drugs
swear i’m so abusive

we know that n-gga, he a b-tch
it look like his name buford
hopin’ i don’t do no time
for all the crimes i’m doin’

if i do, man, it is what it is
i know what come with this sh-t

- mirstackn happydranker

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