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yfc mob - bop it lyrics
[chorus]
came with the squad and they do what i say
b-tch n-gg-s round me i reckon they g-y
seen a bad b-tch now i’m getting some play
living my life like i stay in the bay
seen a fine b-tch now i’m shooting my shot
we stay in the trenches, we never get caught
hoe n-gg- snitching like f-ck what you taught?
shooters in traffic yo life gone be bought
dub that same b-tch all her friends told me stop it
got a 12 gauge n-gg- don’t make me c-ck it
don’t f-ck with me all my shooters on mobsh-t
you better think twice before we treat you like bop-it
finally got bread and a young n-gg- not lame
f-ck with the mob and that choppa gone flame
you on the bench, i’m on top of the game
and i’ll never switch up i’ll be acting the same
[verse 2: 74]
never switch up i be actin the same
74 shots ima take out his brain
claim u my bro but you really not gang
they tried to clown me don’t get in the game
n-gg- gone die if he touching my chain
selling his soul not getting no fame
i’m bout my chickens i trap out the canes
cashing my checks and the bank know my name
running the block b-tch work like spongebob
two thick b-tch wanna lick my door kn-b
new rich sh-t bank roll get big knots
whole gang lit call us the new mob
catching and playing i’m running the pack
new white b-tch ima’ beat in her back
oj simpson i’m k!lling the cat
don’t play that new sh-t you know that sh-t wack
[verse 3: lamar}
i sipping on lean, you sipping on soda
you a little b-tch and i am a soldier
once you start talking get put in a folder
i aim for yo head, it fall off your shoulders
n-gg-s don’t know how to stay in they lane
i got the toolie i let it go bang
run up on me, you got marks like you aang
n-gg-s keep talking, my choppa it sang
free my n-gg- yeah he locked in them chains
[chorus]
came with the squad and they do what i say
b-tch n-gg-s round me i reckon they g-y
seen a bad b-tch now i’m getting some play
living my life like i stay in the bay
seen a fine b-tch now i’m shooting my shot
we stay in the trenches, we never get caught
hoe n-gg- snitching like f-ck what you taught?
shooters in traffic yo life gone be bought
dub that same b-tch all her friends told me stop it
got a 12 gauge n-gg- don’t make me c-ck it
don’t f-ck with me all my shooters on mobsh-t
you better think twice before we treat you like bop-it
finally got bread and a young n-gg- not lame
f-ck with the mob and that choppa gone flame
you on the bench, i’m on top of the game
and i’ll never switch up i’ll be acting the same
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