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letra de opp shit - tay 600

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[hook]
i gave her a molly and a percocet
foe ‘nem catchin’ bodies off a triple stack
i’m gon’ get respect because i know i’m blessed
hit him in his chest, he should’ve wore a vest
b-tch, don’t make me pull up with them mop sticks
we got all them 50’s and them chop sticks
any n-gg- playing, he get dropped quick
you know we don’t tolerate no opp sh-t

[verse 1]
n-gg-s steady muggin’, we gon’ get ’em right
p-ssy, fix yo face, i ain’t gon’ say it twice!
b-tch, i ride with 30’s, and that’s day or night
we don’t stop for police or no red lights
i just popped a xan ’cause the night long
i be going in like i don’t write songs
way before this rap, i had my pipe on
i just f-cked this b-tch, i kept my mike’s on
they say: “what you smokin’?”
i say: “o.g. gas bag”
i be so d-mn high that i be gettin’ jacked last
she say i can put my kids all on that fast -ss
i’m like: “baby, do you wanna f-ck me that bad?”
i’ma get the g’s tatted on me because i’m gucci
mr. blow a bag, i got the check and went to louie, ayy
b-tches be so thirsty, they be throwin’ me the coochie, ayy
i just boned a yellow bone from philly and she boujie, yeah

[hook]
i gave her a molly and a percocet
foe ‘nem catchin’ bodies off a triple stack
i’m gon’ get respect because i know i’m blessed
hit him in his chest, he should’ve wore a vest
b-tch, don’t make me pull up with them mop sticks
we got all them 50’s and them chop sticks
any n-gg- playing, he get dropped quick
you know we don’t tolerate no opp sh-t

[verse 2]
before i caught my case, i had the semi on me
[?] on the tec, so you don’t hear me, homie
i know that you fake, i see it clearly, homie
and if you ain’t real, you can’t come near me, homie
smith & wesson on me when i’m in the slums
boy, i love that glizzy, that’s my favorite gun
i’m not just a rapper, b-tch, i play with drums
way before this clout, i used to spray for fun
take a n-gg- out, b-tch, it’s night-night
i’m a vampire, i love night lights
seven for a show, b-tch, that’s my price
had to kick her out, she wasn’t my type
and my team, we winnin’
b-tch, i get that check and spend it
all about my business, i’m in love with green, no spinach
all them windows tinted, in them vans, them sticks is in it
get a n-gg- finished, tryna act tough for a image, yeah

[hook]
i gave her a molly and a percocet
foe ‘nem catchin’ bodies off a triple stack
i’m gon’ get respect because i know i’m blessed
hit him in his chest, he should’ve wore a vest
b-tch, don’t make me pull up with them mop sticks
we got all them 50’s and them chop sticks
any n-gg- playing, he get dropped quick
you know we don’t tolerate no opp sh-t

- tay 600

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