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Grrah
Nigga
I'm smokin' on this (?), nigga
(H4rry)
Uh

Even if my legs ain't work, I still make this chopper chase (for real)
He got hit with lead all in his head, the chop erased him (grrah)
And the Semi-Glock's too slow, I need to switch, bitch, I'm impatient
We the reason the f*ckin' doctors got new patients (nigga)
How it's beef with us (beef), niggas teamin' up (yes)
I'd throw a mop on a f*ckin' Glock and come and clean shit up (yeah, yeah)
Half them niggas ain't had no f*ckin' name 'til they was team with us (bitch)
Other half of them niggas was straight pussy
We made them niggas tough (we made them)
We made niggas hard
We made niggas drop they f*ckin' nuts
How the f*ck it's beef and my niggas still ain't got f*ckin' touched? (Tell 'em)
Tell me that (tell me)
Nigga, fill me in (nigga, fill me in)
Send a bad bitch one of you niggas way
She gon' reel him in (yeah)
Yop, yop
Switch make niggas hopscotch
Switch make niggas move and dance
The last hop hit the Diddy Bop (bitch-ass)
Had to slow down on the switch shooting's (grrah)
We made the city hot

Nigga
Oh, yeah
Yop
Oh, yeah
Made the f*ckin' city hot, nigga
H4rry

I can't wait to catch a lil', nevermind
He a f*ckin' dead man (dead man)
We already caught him
Lil' bro wrapped his ass up like a headband (bitch nigga)
Can't fit chop in my jeans, so I been walkin' 'round wearin' sweatpants
So much kick on the Drac'
Catch me shootin' this bitch with both hands (shit)
Hop out blamin' to this bitch jam
This your jam, nigga, dance
Yeah, yeah, walk him down stand over him
Is he dead?
Hell yeah, no face, skis on
We smoke shit with no trace
This hot pack hittin' so hard, but this shit ain't got no lace
No cap
He was brazy 'til he bled
No bap
Whole gang need a membership at Lidz
'Cause we got mo' hats
For real, nigga? F*ck
We got mo' um
Catch a opp nigga out in traffic and I bet we throw some (grrah)
I bet we throw shots if they raiders
Bet we go get mo' spots (I bet you)
Had to toss the pipes out on the chase
I bet we go get mo' Glocks (I bet we)
Uh, uh, uh
I just hit Baghdad, them niggas mad
I guess we got some mo' opps
(I guess we got some f*ckin' mo' opps, baby)
I just hit Baghdad, them niggas mad
(I'll get you some mo' niggas and them hoes right now)
I guess you got some more f*ckin' opps, nigga

Yeah
Give a f*ck about no more opps
H4rry
We is the f*ckin' opps, nigga
Yeah
We the opps, nigga

I'm like, who the opps?
We bend through that bitch and shoot a opp (for real)
Better ask the last nigga that played with us
What the f*ck we do to opps? (Bitch-ass nigga)
All the opps been clickin' up
I heard it's opps recruitin' opps (huh?)
And that's cool
Ruler clip come in this bitch, but the Glock is not at school
I don't f*ck with dudes you bring around me, his ass through
The chop come equipped with nuts, but I ain't talkin' cashew (nigga)
If it's beef with us, tell niggas link with us (sneaky link)
And the opps been movin' like Cubans, how they keep linkin' up? (Bitch ass nigga)
Nigga
Back in that mode (mode)
Was sparin' niggas at first, but I'm back f*ckin' niggas' hoes
(I'm back f*ckin' niggas' hoes, come on)
I'm back f*ckin' niggas' ladies
Come here, bitch, catch these babies (come on)
He hit my bitch, I hit his
I don't know why this nigga hate me (I don't know why this nigga hate me)
Yop, yop
And the chop soundin' like Zell Simon, it go grrat-grrat (grrah)
Feel like I'm Skilla
"Duck Yo Taco," this bitch made him chop-chop (grrah)
These niggas don't want no problems, hakuna matata
You don't want no beef with us
I advise your ass not to speak on us
Nigga, don't speak on us, nigga (for real)
Don't say nothin'
I have Baghdad, get on you niggas ass
I ain't gotta pay nothin' (get up)
I put one of you niggas up on y'all f*ckin' shit
You niggas don't weigh nothin' (get up)
Walk around this bitch with all my jewelry on
Niggas ain't gon' take nothin'
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Grrah
Nigga
I'm smokin' on this (?), nigga
(H4rry)
Uh

Even if my legs ain't work, I still make this chopper chase (for real)
He got hit with lead all in his head, the chop erased him (grrah)
And the Semi-Glock's too slow, I need to switch, bitch, I'm impatient
We the reason the f*ckin' doctors got new patients (nigga)
How it's beef with us (beef), niggas teamin' up (yes)
I'd throw a mop on a f*ckin' Glock and come and clean shit up (yeah, yeah)
Half them niggas ain't had no f*ckin' name 'til they was team with us (bitch)
Other half of them niggas was straight pussy
We made them niggas tough (we made them)
We made niggas hard
We made niggas drop they f*ckin' nuts
How the f*ck it's beef and my niggas still ain't got f*ckin' touched? (Tell 'em)
Tell me that (tell me)
Nigga, fill me in (nigga, fill me in)
Send a bad bitch one of you niggas way
She gon' reel him in (yeah)
Yop, yop
Switch make niggas hopscotch
Switch make niggas move and dance
The last hop hit the Diddy Bop (bitch-ass)
Had to slow down on the switch shooting's (grrah)
We made the city hot

Nigga
Oh, yeah
Yop
Oh, yeah
Made the f*ckin' city hot, nigga
H4rry

I can't wait to catch a lil', nevermind
He a f*ckin' dead man (dead man)
We already caught him
Lil' bro wrapped his ass up like a headband (bitch nigga)
Can't fit chop in my jeans, so I been walkin' 'round wearin' sweatpants
So much kick on the Drac'
Catch me shootin' this bitch with both hands (shit)
Hop out blamin' to this bitch jam
This your jam, nigga, dance
Yeah, yeah, walk him down stand over him
Is he dead?
Hell yeah, no face, skis on
We smoke shit with no trace
This hot pack hittin' so hard, but this shit ain't got no lace
No cap
He was brazy 'til he bled
No bap
Whole gang need a membership at Lidz
'Cause we got mo' hats
For real, nigga? F*ck
We got mo' um
Catch a opp nigga out in traffic and I bet we throw some (grrah)
I bet we throw shots if they raiders
Bet we go get mo' spots (I bet you)
Had to toss the pipes out on the chase
I bet we go get mo' Glocks (I bet we)
Uh, uh, uh
I just hit Baghdad, them niggas mad
I guess we got some mo' opps
(I guess we got some f*ckin' mo' opps, baby)
I just hit Baghdad, them niggas mad
(I'll get you some mo' niggas and them hoes right now)
I guess you got some more f*ckin' opps, nigga

Yeah
Give a f*ck about no more opps
H4rry
We is the f*ckin' opps, nigga
Yeah
We the opps, nigga

I'm like, who the opps?
We bend through that bitch and shoot a opp (for real)
Better ask the last nigga that played with us
What the f*ck we do to opps? (Bitch-ass nigga)
All the opps been clickin' up
I heard it's opps recruitin' opps (huh?)
And that's cool
Ruler clip come in this bitch, but the Glock is not at school
I don't f*ck with dudes you bring around me, his ass through
The chop come equipped with nuts, but I ain't talkin' cashew (nigga)
If it's beef with us, tell niggas link with us (sneaky link)
And the opps been movin' like Cubans, how they keep linkin' up? (Bitch ass nigga)
Nigga
Back in that mode (mode)
Was sparin' niggas at first, but I'm back f*ckin' niggas' hoes
(I'm back f*ckin' niggas' hoes, come on)
I'm back f*ckin' niggas' ladies
Come here, bitch, catch these babies (come on)
He hit my bitch, I hit his
I don't know why this nigga hate me (I don't know why this nigga hate me)
Yop, yop
And the chop soundin' like Zell Simon, it go grrat-grrat (grrah)
Feel like I'm Skilla
"Duck Yo Taco," this bitch made him chop-chop (grrah)
These niggas don't want no problems, hakuna matata
You don't want no beef with us
I advise your ass not to speak on us
Nigga, don't speak on us, nigga (for real)
Don't say nothin'
I have Baghdad, get on you niggas ass
I ain't gotta pay nothin' (get up)
I put one of you niggas up on y'all f*ckin' shit
You niggas don't weigh nothin' (get up)
Walk around this bitch with all my jewelry on
Niggas ain't gon' take nothin'
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Writer: Joseph Isaac, Matthew Donivan Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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