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letra de looking 4 da opps - riodadon

[intro: riodadon]
rio (gang, gang)

[verse 1: riodadon]
mix the purp’ with the wock’, got me noddin’ off
i’m tweakin’, i’m out of my body, i ain’t actin’ right
i’m behind the wheel, swervin’, runnin’ lights
gamble with his life like we shootin’ dice
ain’t no internet beefin’ with me, that sh-t police
slidin’ behind tint in traffic, i’m low-key
i got thirty shots in this glock
one shot to the head, two in his chest, knocked his ass right off his feet
now here come the police
i’m swervin’ and tryna maneuver through cars
i’m hittin’ one-forty on the gas pedal
d-mn near wrecked the car, ran into somebody yard
i can’t wait ’til i bump into one of my opps
got twenty-three shots in this glock
i promise i’ma hit the right spot
mally roll down the window, keep sendin’ them shots, don’t stop
we thuggin’ in pepper tree
lookin’ for the opps, where them n-ggas hidin’ at?
is they by the store or they with they ho?
we don’t even know, keep slidin’ then
pullin’ out the lot, foot on the gas
i ain’t stoppin’ for sh-t in my rearview
so much hot sh-t in this car
if i hit his ass, he gon’ get cooked like stew
uh, 392 in this scat pack, hittin’ donuts in the middle of the street
i don’t give a f-ck who around
pop a perc’, got me feelin’ funny
i’m on hard for hours, take that lil’ b-tch to pound town
k!lled the cat, call the ambulance
n-gga play, i’ma gun him down
can’t put my trust in no freak thot, i’ma give that lil’ b-tch the run-around
[verse 2: huncho bilzal]
these n-ggas be hidin’
b-tch, we ain’t on ig makin’ no posts, b-tch, we slidin’
i got ‘za on the town, in my neighborhood, i’m on fire
trappin’ out auntie house while she in there makin’ up pies
rest and love to the guys and free the real ones doin’ time
police got mad as h-ll when i got off on that lil’ crime
opps want me dead right now, i’m spinnin’ this b-tch ’til i’m tired
tell lil’ dude to keep hidin’, soon as he stop, his ass mine
can’t even peek out the blinds, i d-mn near might open fire
d-mn near gon’ have the news over there askin’ how he died
don’t n0body know how, but i guarantee they know why
i told the b-tch plenty lies, she skated off, bye-bye
on morton grove, yeah, i’m high
no hospital, you gon’ die

[outro: huncho bilzal]
nah, for real, just go look me up
no hospital, n-gga, you goin’ to the— shh

- riodadon

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