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h-b fox - dead opps كلمات الأغنية

[chorus 1: h_b fox]
i’m too tact, got no control on me (facts)
if i see a bd n_gga, get shot, that’s how it’s supposed to be
too elite, ak_47’s stay right next to me
move discreet, if he tryna creep up, let my o release

[verse 1: h_b fox]
blow on scr_pp, dead opp pack
oblock gang, you know where i’m at
115th, know your street, shoot a b_tch right in his bean
i’m outside, 30. on me, you can’t hide (on god)
pull out gang, we go stupid everyday
chicago baby, never on safety, i protect my lady
i’m callin’ her baby, she wanna date me, we on a hunt for a sadie
i shoot like brady, hop out the v, and this sh_t goin’ brazy
she want the louie, and she wanna bait me
fly to l’a, now yo sh_t gettin’ 3_pieced, gang

[verse 2: memo600]
it’s_it’s oblock nation
pull up on me, then ya sh_t getting drated
i’m on the double s, right on chicago
he wanna dance, i’m with the g_lock, like
i’m bringin’ tooka to oblock, it’s every second, we smokin’ a dead opp
it’s like, way too many different opp blocks
we take the time, turn yo sh_t into bedrock
we got draco’s and sh_t, i ain’t with beef, but they playin’ and sh_t
if you hear more than 5, just start prayin’ and sh_t
when my opps say too much, they indicted and sh_t (look)
marco dissin’, now he dead (marcy)
if i catch leeboy, get fed
how many n_ggas got shot in they top?
goofy got hit in his top, and they fled
[verse 3: h_b fox]
talk on j_money, get left on the block
never did sh_t, so we spin on yo block
he all on the o, go get back for your mans
scr_pp got f_cked up, doin’ the dance
shondale got left, where was the bus?
why do y’all n_ggas be lookin’ for us?
we smokin’ y’all homies, don’t give no f_ck
and they pullin’ up on me, we leavin’ a scar, memo hop out, he gon’ flash the ar
it’s k’v on my neck, and them rollie’s is large
if he a bd, let’s make him a star
please do not test me, just know i’m the o
free all my homies, we savin’ the show
n_ggas tryna run down, we ain’t showin’ remorse
bibby get’s smoked on, y’all n_ggas know

[verse 4: memo600]
if a n_gga try me, he get tried back
and these b_tches is thot’s, i can’t f_ck that
couple bullets in clips, if he say that it’s lit, then i might just go f_ck up the opp block
2.5 hollows all up in the booth, them n_ggas know what the oblock n_ggas really do
he can’t jack flossywoo, i’m in brooklyn, f_ck a 22, n_ggas really mook
n_ggas that’s jackin’ tooka, they get sent to tooka
when i’m done, i go look for his brother
ebtk, lil n_gga, i ain’t playin’
call up hb, tryna teach you a lesson
i got a choppa, n_gga, smith & wesson
9ine in my lungs, should’ve been out there disrespectin’
don’t get ya haircut, might turn into kevin
i ain’t gon’ speak on the n_ggas i stretchered (on god)
[chorus 2: h_b fox]
i’m too tact, got no control on me (baow)
if i see a bd n_gga, get shot, that’s how it’s supposed to be (bdk, on god)
too elite, ak 47’s stay right next to me (ak)
move discreet, if he tryna creep up, let my o release

- h b fox

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