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letra de nightmare on opp block - whoppa wit da choppa & jdot breezy

[intro]
brrr
ayy, ayy

[chorus: jdot breezy]
it’s a nightmare on the opp block, n-gga, do a slow creep
hop out, i’mma bust his ass and leave his sh-t all in the street
i remember clutchin’ 9s, the pole it had a .33
n-gga play with switches, now i bet a n-gga gon’ go to sleep
get that bag and turn up on they ass, and do it for maleek
n-ggas crash, they swerve up when they mad and never left the street
hit the glass, they tried to swerve off fast, his blood on all the seat
i’m always tryna go and slide, f-ck n-gga, i don’t like playing d

[verse 1: jdot breezy]
never droke a rolls truck, i’ll do a drill in it
i might beat her back off x and make that p-ssy feal different
get monеy, i’m still chillin’, n-ggas dying, i’m still winnin’
she like put your thumb in therе, i’d rather stick this pill in it
i don’t sleep off lean and i drink wock’ to keep from getting mad
a casket what you gon’ get if yo’ b-tch ass ever drop a bag (stupid)
sw-ng through that b-tch and let off shots, them n-ggas very fast
but f-ck it, i’mma pick one off and i’mma catch whoever last
uh-oh, i just caught a victim, yeah, i know what it ain’t this n-gga
ooh, i’m finna bust his head, one tap, ain’t no constant trigger
(ftt ftt) that n-gga dead, i don’t know why they left they n-gga
f-ck him, had it coming for all that sh-t he said on twitter (gang)
[chorus: jdot breezy]
it’s a nightmare on the opp block, n-gga, do a slow creep
hop out, i’mma bust his ass and leave his sh-t all in the street
i remember clutchin’ 9s, the pole it had a .33
n-gga play with switches, now i bet a n-gga gon’ go to sleep
get that bag and turn up on they ass, and do it for maleek
n-ggas crash, they swerve up when they mad and never left the street
hit the glass, they tried to swerve off fast, his blood on all the seat
i’m always tryna go and slide, f-ck n-gga, i don’t like playing d

[verse 2: whoppa wit da choppa]
we gon’ shoot this b-tch up, you better get down (b-tch)
you was a b-tch back in the g, you still a b-tch now (stupid)
jump out with that (brrr), just know whoppa brought that switch out (rrrah)
and all these n-ggas p-ssy that’s why that glock got a d-ck now (ayy)
less slipping and we slide, we ain’t never met trick daddy (ayy)
’bout these hoes n-ggas dying, i might have to send a b-tch at ’em
police question me, n-gga, i don’t know what the f-ck happened
if you-if you knew, i would’ve been booked, n-gga, you wouldn’t be asking
ayy, big poles all in traffic (brrr)
burn a n-gga like some coals, smoke him, turn that boy to ashes
i ain’t never been hoe, that’s on my son, that’s on my daddy
we the ones that bust them guns, we the ones that make it happen (ayy, b-tch)

- whoppa wit da choppa jdot breezy

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