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Aye We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son Off this Henny, I hit baby with a two-step That one hat was kinda cute, but I left two dead Can't pick the color on my Urus, I need two next And if it's 'bout a bag, I'll go stupid like I'm too SPED Choppa tearin' up your belly, call it tummy tuck Massage parlor with a Asian, get sucky suck I broke the bitch thinkin' she was gettin' puppy love Head tap, how the fuck he breathin'? You a lucky fuck A good girl for Instagram, but she a school thot I'm tryna do my dance with it, fuck a cool Glock And we don't do no half-crate, I need full box Peach enough for blicks, now I'm slime with a full chop I got a handy shooting missile, this a cockade All that stuffin' 'bout it get your brother blocked, bae He think movin' out cool, you is not safe Letras de cancionesMentionin' my brother hella funny till he got faced We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son I got a thing for opp bitches Can't shout out what's-his-name 'cause all he do is drop nigga You gotta cop at least three, or you can't even shop with us Don't be speakin' on them skits if you wasn't in that cot, nigga We ain't entertain the trollin', pussy nigga, make a move I been runnin' from the Rolls, I had a scuff on my shoe Airwear, chest out, I ain't tuckin' in no jewels Why you cuffin' on that bitch? You know she fuckin', nothin' new S-O-B-Y-W-N and shit, I'm reppin' to the grave I look myself up in the mirror, look how far a nigga came Everybody blood-related, but they gon' label us a gang I tipped the waiter two hundred, I told lil' baby, "Keep the change" Let a nigga back door, he gon' get front door I hit the scene, I'm fresh to death, but this a sloppy dumb road She wasn't tryna hand it over, I told her, "Get the fuck on" Yeah, my temper's short as fuck, but baby know the bucks long On the gang, nigga We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son We go through if he ain't dead, get his brother touched I got a thing for opp bitches, I can't get enough I know she prolly wanna kill me, fuck her with my gun She had a baby with an opp, so I'ma slap her son From Letras Mania