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the big homie - yop lyrics
[intro]
yop
n_ggas see me and they get scared ’cause they know i’m a reaper (k’den ju)
hmm, yop
i say long live the mafia ’cause i really mean that sh_t, n_gga, hmm
yeah, they prayin’ on my downfall, but i’ma make it out, n_gga, yop
yop, huh
[verse]
n_ggas see me and they get scared ’cause they know i’m a reaper
comin’ down that p_ssy n_gga block, he know the whip, i’m creepin’
tryna act like he don’t know my whip, n_gga, i ain’t gon’ sneak you (yop)
open fire, hit that n_gga head and i bet that’s gon’ teach him
n_ggas actin’ like they on my ass, yop, hmm
hit them n_ggas block, i’m in the grass, yop
they don’t think we playin’ it crazy like that wholе time, bro just ridin’ past
whole time hе ridin’ past, it gave him the cue to start blastin’, n_gga
i think the n_gga see me in his grass, yop, hmm
whole time, gave his stupid ass the flash, yop, hmm
i’m tryna blind his stupid ass, yop, huh
we don’t carry glocks, we carry chop_chops
all this smoke in the air, feel like i’m hot boxin’
i’ma k!ll his stupid ass, boy, we not boxin’
i’ma k!ll his stupid ass, boy, we not boxin’
but i’ll beat his stupid ass like i’m mike tyson
ask about me on the west, huh, yop, boy, i run that b_tch
n_gga, n_ggas be runnin’ and sh_t, hmm, yop
we carry guns and sh_t
ain’t no fun for this, ain’t no fun in this
n_gga, yop, put your pads on
you in the field, n_gga? you ain’t got no pads on
boy, hmm, been done popped your ass, hmm
brodie ran him over, that’s a hitstick
why the f_ck them n_ggas ’round you got guns? boy, them n_ggas all b_tches
literally got ten choppers, n_gga, i ain’t even gotta call n_ggas (yop)
been done came ben 10, ten arms, shootin’ all them b_tches
tryna finish n_ggas ’cause i know they snitchin’, i can’t leave no witness
tryna catch a n_gga at the gas station, i blow sh_t up
we put holes in n_ggas, your mans picked your kid up, he a slimy n_gga
brodie chased that n_gga down for the kid ’cause he a grimy n_gga
heard he f_ckin’ with the other side, yop, time to slime that n_gga
sick tre_tre can’t see this sh_t
he in heaven laughin’ like, “gang ‘nem really be pressin’ sh_t”
i done put a glock in my brother casket, blowin’ down on sh_t
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