letra de olympics - whoppa wit da choppa
[chorus]
stop cappin’ in that rap, i don’t wanna hear that sh-t
olympics on the opp block, we be flippin’ sh-t
brand new glock with the switch, this b-tch rippin’ sh-t
brand new car off the lot, just left the dealership
n-ggas droppin’ every mu’f-ckin’ day
spinz got the glizzy, but you know i love the k
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, b-tch, that’s how you catch a case
you ain’t catchin’ bodies, why the f-ck you tryna claim?
[verse 1]
n-gga dissin’ on my brother when you know that wasn’t you
opps see me and pull out they phone, we see ’em and just shoot
b-tches see me and come out they clothes, they just eat it like some food
i’m master p in these streets ’cause keep it true
i’ma car right now, fn in the boot
“i don’t lеt you f-ck twin”, how i’ma cuff you?
and i’m still goin’ in, rich homie times two
boy, i split your wig, nevеr did a hairdo
i got these b-tches on a role, cambell’s soup
i be feelin’ just like thor, show you what this hammer do
we’ll shoot your video, but we ain’t no camera dude
and i’m steppin’ on my opps, but they ain’t no sandals
[chorus]
stop cappin’ in that rap, i don’t wanna hear that sh-t
olympics on the opp block, we be flippin’ sh-t
brand new glock with the switch, this b-tch rippin’ sh-t
brand new car off the lot, just left the dealership
n-ggas droppin’ every mu’f-ckin’ day
spinz got the glizzy, but you know i love the k
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, b-tch, that’s how you catch a case
you ain’t catchin’ bodies, why the f-ck you tryna claim?
[verse 2]
we was ‘pposed to catch a six piece, but then the bl!ck jammed
n-gga, you know how we rock, it’s like down i get down
mookie dead for talkin’ sh-t, he can’t talk that sh-t now
we droppin’ opps back to back, on court take a bow
n-gga reach for my chain, “come here, boy”, b-tch, bow!
that n-gga died [?], that n-gga last word was “ow”
i’m only comin’ out at night and i be fly like an owl
p-ssyhole, what you mad for? b-tch, smile
she say i be smokin’ on her brother, so she can’t support me
last time she pulled up, we smoked him, she ain’t even know it
f-ck them percs, where the gs? you know i be rollin’
b-tch say that them my kids, oh, we goin’ to maury
smokin’ two js, b-tch, it’s twin and his brother martin
she know i’m a playboy, but my name ain’t carti
i got the drac’ next door, but this ain’t no party
pull up with that choppa, b-tch, you know i’m tryna catch a homi’
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