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Letra : Bop Him
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Had to cut some n***as off 'cause they weren't really with me
So the killers I got with me, they from out the city
Everywhere you go, young n***a better keep your glizzy
Might not make it out with ten, so I walk 'round with fifty
My brother died, I barely cried, a n***a's changed up
Uh, uh, nod off, get you knocked off
Sometimes I cry, get on my knees, I be like my fault
I promote violence, I'm so close to dyin'
I can drop a hundred b*t*hes without even tryin'
Don't post sh*t about my brother, n***a, you ain't slidin'
I might catch that b*t*h and up that b*t*h, I'm talkin' 'bout wildin'
I might catch you with your daughter, b*t*h, whilе you out shoppin'
.223, we bop him
I make Hotty drop somethin'
I know hе gon' pop one
I be tryna get in his head, but I know I can't stop nothin'
Tryna shoot you in your sh*t and I won't leave the cops come
I be thinkin' 'bout some stupid sh*t like, "Why these n***as nervous?"
I be thinkin' 'bout some stupid sh*t like, "Where that n***a buried?"
I'll be damned if I go broke and give that stupid b*t*h a Birkin
Brodie died by himself, wish it was me, it really hurt me
Percocet used to help the pain, but now it just ain't working
Had to cut some n***as off 'cause they weren't really with me
So the killers I got with me, they from out the city
Everywhere you go, young n***a better keep your glizzy
Might not make it out with ten, so I walk 'round with fifty
My brother died, I barely cried, a n***a's changed up
Uh, uh, nod off, get you knocked off
Sometimes I cry, get on my knees, I be like my fault
I promote violence, I'm so close to dyin'
I might catch that b*t*h and up that b*t*h, I'm talkin' 'bout wildin'
I might catch you with your daughter, b*t*h, while you out shoppin'
.223, we bop him
I make Hotty drop somethin'
I know he gon' pop one
I be tryna get in his head, but I know I can't stop nothin' (Smurk)
I cut n***as off who I had real love for (Real love for)
My lil' brother takin' all of them Percs, feel like a custo' (A custo')
Learned from my mistakes, like why the state do that to JusBlow? (JusBlow)
Mad 'cause he ain't slide, he really is, but he ain't catch though (He ain't catch though)
Cut 'em off
Tryna balance this music with this street sh*t, feel like tug of war
And this sh*t be crazy, the ones you doubt be the ones who love you more (Uh)
Street n***a, I love to be around n***as who just love to war
If I get that vibe you don't f**k with mine, then I ain't gon' f**k with yours
Had to cut some n***as off 'cause they weren't really with me
So the killers I got with me, they from out the city
Everywhere you go, young n***a better keep your glizzy
Might not make it out with ten, so I walk 'round with fifty
My brother died, I barely cried, a n***a's changed up
Uh, uh, nod off, get you knocked off
Sometimes I cry, get on my knees, I be like my fault
I promote violence, I'm so close to dyin'
I might catch that b*t*h and up that b*t*h, I'm talkin' 'bout wildin'
I might catch you with your daughter, b*t*h, while you out shoppin'
.223, we bop him
I make Hotty drop somethin'
I know he gon' pop one
I be tryna get in his head, but I know I can't stop nothin'
Had to cut some n***as off 'cause they weren't really with me
So the killers I got with me, they from out the city
Everywhere you go, young n***a better keep your glizzy
Might not make it out with ten, so I walk 'round with fifty
My brother died, I barely cried, a n***a's changed up
Uh, uh, nod off, get you knocked off
Sometimes I cry, get on my knees, I be like my fault
I promote violence, I'm so close to dyin'
I can drop a hundred b*t*hes without even tryin'
Don't post sh*t about my brother, n***a, you ain't slidin'
I might catch that b*t*h and up that b*t*h, I'm talkin' 'bout wildin'
I might catch you with your daughter, b*t*h, whilе you out shoppin'
.223, we bop him
I make Hotty drop somethin'
I know hе gon' pop one
I be tryna get in his head, but I know I can't stop nothin'
Tryna shoot you in your sh*t and I won't leave the cops come
I be thinkin' 'bout some stupid sh*t like, "Why these n***as nervous?"
I be thinkin' 'bout some stupid sh*t like, "Where that n***a buried?"
I'll be damned if I go broke and give that stupid b*t*h a Birkin
Brodie died by himself, wish it was me, it really hurt me
Percocet used to help the pain, but now it just ain't working
Had to cut some n***as off 'cause they weren't really with me
So the killers I got with me, they from out the city
Everywhere you go, young n***a better keep your glizzy
Might not make it out with ten, so I walk 'round with fifty
My brother died, I barely cried, a n***a's changed up
Uh, uh, nod off, get you knocked off
Sometimes I cry, get on my knees, I be like my fault
I promote violence, I'm so close to dyin'
I might catch that b*t*h and up that b*t*h, I'm talkin' 'bout wildin'
I might catch you with your daughter, b*t*h, while you out shoppin'
.223, we bop him
I make Hotty drop somethin'
I know he gon' pop one
I be tryna get in his head, but I know I can't stop nothin' (Smurk)
I cut n***as off who I had real love for (Real love for)
My lil' brother takin' all of them Percs, feel like a custo' (A custo')
Learned from my mistakes, like why the state do that to JusBlow? (JusBlow)
Mad 'cause he ain't slide, he really is, but he ain't catch though (He ain't catch though)
Cut 'em off
Tryna balance this music with this street sh*t, feel like tug of war
And this sh*t be crazy, the ones you doubt be the ones who love you more (Uh)
Street n***a, I love to be around n***as who just love to war
If I get that vibe you don't f**k with mine, then I ain't gon' f**k with yours
Had to cut some n***as off 'cause they weren't really with me
So the killers I got with me, they from out the city
Everywhere you go, young n***a better keep your glizzy
Might not make it out with ten, so I walk 'round with fifty
My brother died, I barely cried, a n***a's changed up
Uh, uh, nod off, get you knocked off
Sometimes I cry, get on my knees, I be like my fault
I promote violence, I'm so close to dyin'
I might catch that b*t*h and up that b*t*h, I'm talkin' 'bout wildin'
I might catch you with your daughter, b*t*h, while you out shoppin'
.223, we bop him
I make Hotty drop somethin'
I know he gon' pop one
I be tryna get in his head, but I know I can't stop nothin'
