Paroles de la chanson Not Opps par Li Rye

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Them pussy niggas not opps
Big 26K and the K stand for choppers
Tried to triple cross, they left him dead, he get smoked like a rasta
Ho said I'm sassy 'cause I blocked her, man, that ho a barker
Hit they street hangin' out the window, gun smoke smell like indo
Doe Boy my brother like I'm Indo, he probably feel like I ain't shit, though
'Cause I been actin' distant with the ones I love the most
Fuck nigga better watch your mouth 'fore I send hot shells through your throat
Mix tan with Percs, it had me floatin'
Said she don't love me no more
Throw a pill back, Tony Romo
Xan' made me fuck in slow-mo
Turnt up, bitch, I'm in go mode
Movin' solo
'Cause they been on my tail since they seen I been prevailed
Catch a body, call my phone expectin' me to pay the bail
These niggas ain't solid, hear that time, know that boy gon' tell
See me out in public, duck his head, pussy tuckin' tail
Play the cross, that nigga failed, I know that I'm goin' to hell
Ain't shit out here Boomin can't sell
Sendin' texts to pops in his cell
In jail chillin', kick shit with Rell
Know he gon' ride 'cause that's my dog
Deep in the streets, I seen it all
Boom, watch his body fall
Skrrt, I skrrt off on y'all
On my own, I'm standin' tall
Boom, watch his body fall
Boom, watch his body fall
Bag, drop that on his head
Pussy, we got niggas scared
On pills right now, I'm mixin' red
On pills right now, I'm seein' red
Tom took my Beretta
He let me clutch his Five-seveN
I got niggas outside steppin'
Tryna whack whoever reppin'
Bitch, I tote illegal weapons
He get took down for all that flexin'
Walk down with Smith & Wesson
Don't get too close, that shit get messy
Cut her off 'cause that bitch was too messy
Fuck Ralph, need a bag like Messi
Send hits when this shit get too hectic
Could die, but when you least expect it
Nutted in her, now she say she pregnant
My semen ain't shit but a blessing
How she treat me, that's gon' be my lesson
Fuck I look like talkin' to a reverend?
'Bout shit he just gon' lie about
Mixin' red, it got me cryin' out
She eat dick like she tryin' out
I might just give this bitch a spot
Make her one of my hoes, then fuck off
I got so much money to fuck off
Say you a gangster, but I know he soft
Hit the switch, Urkel
White bitch said I'm a jerkoff
Don't make me mad, that shit a turn-off
7.62s'll rip his shirt off
At his funeral, I'll probably wax the church off
Take my shirt off, they say I look big, been sippin' too much lean
Fifteen hundred, spent that on a jacket I got from Celine
I might pop an Adderall, but I don't fuck 'round with beans
On these Percs, they got me lookin' mean
With a .556 tryna knock out his spleen

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