Paroles de la chanson Broke Opps par No Savage

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Paroles de la chanson Broke Opps par No Savage

Mob
Fuck they talkin' 'bout?
Beep
No kizzy
Broke-ass niggas
Ayy, ayy, I ain't tryna do no bluffin' shit
Just don't let me find you
Naw, for real, don't let me find you (Turn me up, Juu)
Bitch-ass nigga

I put on that mask when I want work, I'm tryna catch me a body, uh
You know I'm havin' my way with the rocks, I keep a shooter beside me
If you with the shit, nigga, show me you violent

I still go kill, I don't think about signing
Homicide on me, I gotta stay solid
I showed my uncle the dope and he tried it
Pull up on his block and we bombin' his spot
Make everybody think it's a terrorist attack
I'm clutchin' the Glock with the switch on the back
I'm livin' for real and you livin' a lie
He say he a shooter, but I know it's cap
I can't go back to me sellin' no crack
I don't talk in my phone 'cause it probably be tapped
Wan' get off the block, but I'm way too attached
Uh, uh, I'm missin' Mari, I'm reminiscing
I sell dope, so I wake up clickin'
If I'm tellin' you somethin', nigga, you better listen
You bitch-ass rappers ain't nothin' like Savage

Get on the beat, nigga know I'ma trash it
He want the smoke, we gon' hit him with cancer
I see an opp, I'ma burn him to ashes
Mob, uh, I fell in love with that street shit, uh
I call her phone and she come over, eat dick
Sellin' fent' pills, got the whole block seasick
Sack in my pocket, I go out and spend this shit
Spin tryna kill, we don't care about the innocent
Fake-ass plug, niggas really be middlemen
Not sparin' no one, we tryna get it in
You niggas workers, you niggas slavin'
Yeah, I can pop my shit 'cause I made it
I got some big boy rocks I'm savin'
I got him killed 'cause he wasn't behavin'
Name hold weight, but I'm not gon' save you
Keep me and big boy Glock and I'm paintin'
Stickin' with Chuck, lot of my niggas changin'
Givin' out trust, what the fuck was I thinkin'?

Whip out my gun, when I'm mad, I'll blank out
I killed the opp and I didn't even think 'bout it
When we in Cali, them bags get mailed out
You better get this shit before it sell out
Give her some dick and she not tryna leave out
Put the Glock on him, I'ma watch his ass bleed out
Fuck from the back, probably pull a bitch weave out
Don't get in your feelings, just let this shit play out
Broke-ass opps, I be watchin' 'em fall off
I'ma be up for a while, I'm a big dog
You don't wanna get a nigga like me ticked off
If they on the map, then we knockin' the strip off
12 get behind me, you know I'm gon' get lost
I saw my vic and I couldn't even hit off

I used to hop out gettin' my shit off
I don't say shit 'bout my vics, gettin' picked off (Mob)
Nigga say he a G, tell him poke out his chest
I'm the type nigga a bitch never met
Stop all the sneak dissing, give me an at
I'm really rich, I don't need a blue check
These niggas wannabe, don't want no bond with me
You ain't on money, I won't let you come with me
Put a bitch out, ain't no sittin' home comfortably
My bitch on the way when I tell her to come to me
I'm not goin' home 'til I run up a bonus
I'm on that money, I never be lonely
I cut people off, they quick to be phony
When I was broke, they was quick to disown me
Now motherfuckers hope they don't catch the corona

Me, I can rap 'bout shit 'cause I own it
Them niggas come, I'ma go out like Tony
And I got smoke, so I move around loaded
Bust down my wrist and I bet they gon' notice
I pour a three of that Wock' and I'm floatin'
I took his bitch, left his dumb ass hoeless
You know these bitches be crawlin' like roaches
I put the one on the two, that's the dizzy
I'm on the yo with a leg in my glizzy
Bitch-ass opp niggas scared to get busy
Can't love bitches, 'cause all of 'em trickin'

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