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letra de no opps 3 - yng heata

f-cking with a b-tch in a wagon
she on my d-ck now she riding
clap so hard she was crying
f-cked her so good now she laughing
heard the opps be rapping
f-ck the diss now they slide in
most of these rappers be capping
sadly i can never be lacking
there’s always someone throwing shade
i’m a real shooter my aim really insane
he tried to run up on me
he thought i was talking 2k
he was wearing a vest so i shot him in the face
n0body getting far so we hit them up with 223s and ars
like 21 can’t worry about my opps
the only thing i worry about is thе ice on my wrist
f-ck the fake lovе can’t worry about a b-tch
i ain’t even hood but if i see a blood i’m turn him to a crip
the opps don’t run when i pull out the bl!ck
they ass scared because they know i don’t miss
at first they was laughing now they can’t even talk
now everybody ducking i’m shooting at every spot
they shot my mans left him on the floor
told the n-gga get back while i’m reaching for my pole
before i ran i shot him with my left
switch any scene like kobe i’m the best
he said he wanted the smoke but his ass choked
my hoe so exotic i thought she was from mars
she looked at my chains and thought it was the stars
but now it’s getting dark, time to make sh-t spark
we caught another n-gga lacking at the park
he claim to be a gangster so i put him in a lock
just by the look in his eye man was all talk
so now i’m opp hunting looking for a spot

- yng heata

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