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letra de ask the opps 2 - yhung t.o.

[intro]
sp-ce and time

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
n-gga, you can ask the opps, they know we stand on business
fifty rounds in this chop’, quick to leave a n-gga missin’
still’ll get through your block, still thuggin’, still trippin’
still slidin’, still livin’ how these n-ggas ain’t livin’
i ain’t nothin’ like these n-ggas, baby girl, i’m different
ain’t tryna f-ck, tryna get paid (paid), gotta keep it pimpin’
n-gga, you can ask the opps, they know we stand on business
we got fifty on them chops, we ain’t ridin’ with no switches
[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
first thing first, never ran, never will
catch you slippin’ in that field, baby, that’s another drill (‘nother drill)
why you all up on me? said she tryna get to know me
ain’t givin’ passes to no sucker and i put that sh-t on brodie
catch you n-ggas with no tints, you know we beatin’ up that low
i know he a b-tch, it go down, hе gon’ fold
you know that sh-t don’t stop, all my n-ggas on go mode
ain’t f-ckin’ with no b-tch that got no goal
bro up all night waitin’ like he on somеthin’
let a n-gga come outside, he gettin’ on somethin’
all these n-ggas pickin’ sides, we gon’ show ’em somethin’
ah, ah, step on somethin’
granny told me, “watch these n-ggas,” i ain’t never listened
all these n-ggas switchin’, had to pay attention
these n-ggas old and broke, let me put you on some game
a mission, skit, or drill, sh-t, it’s all the same

[bridge: yhung t.o.]
but when you come through, ain’t nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to (nowhere to run to)
everybody hoppin’ out ’cause we want one, too (we want one, too)
we’ll put a n-gga up and roll him up, too (and roll him up, too)
and for streets, i got this mud up in my cup, too
but when you come through, ain’t nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to (nowhere to run to)
everybody hoppin’ out ’cause we want one, too (we want one, too)
we’ll put a n-gga up and roll him up, too (and roll him up, too)
and for streets, i got this mud up in my cup, too
[verse 2: pacman da gunman]
look, you know i stand up on it, ain’t nothin’ to talk about
a rich k!ller, bet a thousand that i chalk him out
you know my opps hatin’, you know them cops waitin’
you know they mad when they know you rich from light labor
keep ballin’, keep thuggin’, keep clutchin’
i was two bodies up and they was still crumpin’
and why these n-ggas talkin’ tough when they ain’t k!lled nothin’?
and even though them pigeons was out, we was still huntin’
call my b-tch and tell her that i love her
but i’m in the trenches all summer
i know she hate it, but she cannot change me
runnin’ with the k!llers, this who raised me
but when i make it back, we gon’ chill, we gon’ f-ck
and if the homies call, then it’s time to tape it up
and when that money come, you gotta help me count it up
and when you bust that p-ssy open, put my thumb in that b-tt

- yhung t o

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