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lil' rydell - real opp pressure كلمات أغنية

[intro]
spin through his block, let that chop do the talkin’!

[verse]
b_tch, i ain’t hidin’, i’m still on the block (f_ck they thought?)
spin through his section, we leavin’ it hot (let it off!)
extended the clip, this b_tch came with a mop (clean the spot!)
he tried to run, but got caught by a shot (now he gone!)
talkin’ that tough sh_t, now he a target (he ain’t safe!)
caught his ass slippin’, got put in a coffin (close the case!)
f_ck all these opps, they ain’t really on nothin’ (b_tch, we spray!)
pull up and dump, leave his body in public (broad day!)
b_tch, i got shooters, they itchin’ to go (let ‘em loose!)
body start twitchin’, he gaspin’ real slow (what’s the news?)
nevеr gon’ fold, i put that on my soul (play it cool!)
f_ck all these rappers, thеy really be hoes (switch the rules!)
b_tch, we applyin’ that real opp pressure (let it rain!)
glock with a switch, got his gang under pressure (feel the pain!)
we don’t do talkin’, we send ‘em a stretcher (who to blame?)
extended the mag, turn his brain into ketchup (he a stain!)
slide through his hood, make ’em scatter like roaches (clear the way!)
spin it again, just to see who the boldest (ain’t no safe!)
b_tch, i been thuggin’, my heart been the coldest (keep a k!)
f_ck all that love, i stay movin’ the dopest (run the play!)
lil’ bro in the cut with a stick like a janitor (he gon’ sweep!)
heard that boy talkin’, now he on a banner (rest in peace!)
we keep it real, ain’t no need for no cameras (f_ck police!)
body keep droppin’, his gang tryna panic (where they be?)
came from the trenches, i live what i rap (ain’t no cap!)
beef with the gang, get put in a pack (that’s a wrap!)
f_ck all my opps, we ain’t squashin’ no past (spin it back!)
we don’t do fakin’, we get on his ass (he got clapped!)
i keep a drum, ain’t no need for no warnings (f_ck a threat!)
we send ‘em shots, leave his block in the morning (who up next?)
step on his face, now that boy ain’t important (cut the check!)
b_tch, i got motion, this glock ain’t for sportin’ (no regrets!)
got me a check and i ran up them digits (count it up!)
b_tch, i been flexin’, my racks never fidget (add it up!)
spin through his section, my shooters too wicked (maskin’ up!)
f_ck all these opps, they ain’t even a mission (wrap it up!)
extended the glock, make ’em dance like a stripper (watch him move!)
he tried to duck, but that chop hit him quicker (switch the groove!)
body keep pilin’, this sh_t like a thriller (he on the news!)
never gon’ lack, b_tch, i stay with my k!llers (step in twos!)
b_tch, we applyin’ that real opp pressure (let it rain!)
glock with a switch, got his gang under pressure (feel the pain!)
we don’t do talkin’, we send ‘em a stretcher (who to blame?)
extended the mag, turn his brain into ketchup (he a stain!)
[outro]
b_tch, we ain’t stoppin’, we spinnin’ again!
f_ck all my opps, they get left in the wind!
another one gone, now go tell ‘em we win!

- lil rydell

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