dime! (hyperpop) - n***a cypher 4 lyrics
[verse 1: dime!]
(uhh) i ain’t really pressed about it (uh_uh_uhh)
talkin’ down on me, ima shoot a f_ckin’ (shoot a f_ckin’)
that’s what’s i was saying man
talkin’, we gon’ spray again
n___ keep on playing man
like what you tryna do?
[?] stand back and shoot
who are you?
talkin’ down, lil bro on that too
put him on the screen, now we smokin’ on his pack
n___ we gon’ take his life, and he ain’t gon’ get it back
put the hole into his face
we gon’ make a hunnid k
[?] don’t get no plays
[?]
[?] pull the trigger
[?]
[verse 2: venthan]
making racks, making gold
loggin’ off, goin’ ghost
i just made set million as a number as my f_ckin’ toast
motherf_ckers grounded
makin’ cash, we count it
said he makin’ moves, throw in bank, b_tch i got it
what the f_ck, what the_what the f_ck
he was outta luck_luck_luck_luck
guess we’re out of phone
told that b_tch we’re done
b_tch i f_ckin’ won
(that’s it bro, you f_ckin’ losе)
[verse 3: gunk]
turn ’em off like switch in nintendo
i bе whippin’ sh_t, i hop up in a benzo
i’m on the n___ cypher hangin’ wit’ my friends yuh
he don’t know who he talkin’ to, i had to let ’em know
[?]
if he talkin’ down then i know he is a_
[?] but it’s super loud
try to get wit’ me, but you ain’t get with the gang
[verse 4: 1crusafix]
and we smoke his pack
doin’ cypher 4, b_tch you know we f_ckin’ comin’ back
(pu_pull it in that f_ckin’ turbo) we let it blast
he keep talkin’ on the net, we gon’ stop his tracks
pull up wit’ dat blade, we gon’ have to run his fade
you not f_ckin’ safe
i don’t need it, i_i_i_i don’t need it now
tired of speakin’, i don’t wanna hear it now
[verse 5: breakupbreakdown]
i said what you doin’ bro?
[?]
i know it’s hard, believe
(i’m so f_cking tired, i just wanna go to sleep)
m_me and bro, yeah we on the cypher
it’s time to grow up, b_tch you wearing diapers
roll it back (ah_ah_ahh)
throw it back (ah_ah_ahh)
big square (ah_ah_ahh)
you mad (ah_ah_ahh)
[verse 6: 14106lyn & dime!]
fe_feel like you don’t want a problem
why you hatin? b_tch i see you at the bottom
i_if you talkin’ then i’ll dime, we gon’ rob him
he got issues i don’t think that we could solve them
ma_makin’ money, i don’t see you doing that
i don’t really care ’bout what they say, i’m never going back
[?] wasn’t even good at doing that
if you talkin’ down on gang, we gon’ end his ass
i’m wit’ c4pri, that’s my gang
n___ ho, all you n___ lame
got the chop right in the back, [?]
you keep talking on my bro, it’s the last time we’re gon’ hear your name
c4pri is my gang, that’s my slat
if you talking down then you get whack
spray my opps, blow his choppas in the back
talk on c4pri, put him in a pack
talkin’ down, your music’s whack
when i see an opp, i’m sprayin’
(sprayin’ wit’ dat gat)
[verse 7: akkiro]
b_tch i’m posted wit’ my gang
in the cult wit’ dime, b_tch you know that that’s my slat
ta_talkin’ down, b_tch you know that you get sma_a_acked
4 cypher, yeah you know we comin’ back_back
yuh, he get no money, b_tch he broke ass f_ck
yuh, he get no number, b_tch he outta luck
b_tch i’m_b_tch i’m_b_tch i’m wit’ the gang, yeah we count it up
yuh, since you know our name, yeah you know it’s us
[verse 8: rainglol]
there’s something you not telling me
i can’t do no harm, i can’t do another felony
shape him like my arm, saying go back to the better me
you gon’ get blacked out, if you ever try to threaten me
you could get cooked off wit’ a g_19, i know the recipe
i let there be ape on me, it’s so accessory
i pour up the wok, my cup it bleeds, when you stress wit’ me
i pull up and smoke up on my weed, so you can’t get to me
you can’t get up next to me cause you’re a f_ckin’_ (n___)
i just popped an ecstasy, my problems gettin’_ (n___)
i might pull the trigger cause the chopper is a_ (n___)
ima shoutout dime, that’s my twin, that’s my_ (n___)
[verse 9: cld]
yo_you can’t a get it like i do
got these flags, shining blues
you not gang, i f_ck wit’ you
got these calls, that don’t got through
same, same, yeah that’s all true
hop in the zoom, now you’re screwed
take your car outside, i’m not saying you think i’m you
[verse 10: yinion]
p_ssy boy he actin’ like he gunned down
does he really wanna find out?
wha_whatever
i keep a glock and that bit with a mag
that boy’s a [?], [?] a capper
he talkin’, he get smacked
told him he better not actor
best not get me madder
ge_get this money mad, we addin’ up
and you that i just cannot give no f_cks
and you know your music really sucks
[verse 11: prkrblu]
yeah i pull the f_ckin’ trigger
yeah i’m makin’ profit and my pockets gettin’ thicker
why the f_ck y’all complaining about me gettin’ richer
yeah you could call me the best cause i’m a f_ckin’ winner
winner, winner, winner, winner, you just wanna be me
me and taco hop up on the track, we make a symphony
winner, winner, winner, winner, you just wanna be me
takin’ all these percs, man i might just go crazy
[verse 12: luvendz]
glocky came wit’ a switcher
give a f_ck, cause i got richer
choppa came and a split her
wow, he gon’ die, yeah
i’m so alive
b_tch i can’t waste my time
b_tch i’m, gettin’ my racks up
get my bag_bag up
up on the block hard, sip too much i lean up
i swear, that you n___ be [?]
no i don’t care, i’m not tryna make my life worse
[verse 13: funny]
(ahh) i can’t take it
put the (ahh), wit’ the (ahh), and you’re famous
get a beat, with the beat, i still [?]
get the chop, it’s the motherf_ckin’ pavement
(ohh) i don’t give a f_cking (quack)
all these b_tches on my (quack)
usb all in my (quack, quack, quack) (la, la, la)
ima carry you
fl studio, [?] that’s the scary truth
and if there’s a zombie inside that’s stupid enough to scar it boo
[verse 14: crusey]
we gon_we gon’ take you off the map
b_tch i’m in my bag
run up you get smacked (aaaaacked)
i feel like a let down
b_tch i’m in my bag now
i’m aimin’ for his head now
(ahh) put a bullet in his chest
not on top, but i wanna be the best!
why you blow me like a past?
baby i’m santa claus, rollin’ up in saks
[verse 15: ihuhalo]
n___ talkin’ sh_t
call my boy [?], he gon’ put you on a [?]
keep my name out of yo list
y’all already know how i get it
[?] lose your f_ckin’ trust
y’all think [?], you should quit
caught that boy, i’m run up on the picture
we gon’ let the boy, cause that is a_ (n___)
[?] to the bread, i’m a money getter
b_tch up in my dm’s, i can’t fold for a switcher
[verse 16: woxied]
they said there’s a [?] on my paper
we don’t [?]
[?]
stop talkin’ down [?]
[?]
with the gang [?] give no f_cks
he was goin’ up, your music is different for everyone
it’s okay to be my son
[?] one
[?] your career is done
is always sit there laughing but you never f_cking won
don’t respond
all these [?]
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