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bop ds - war lyrics

[intro]
aye, 4gd
b.o.p, n+gga, ds
uh, let’s go x4
aye slide, slide
murda x10

[chorus]
he try to run up on my block, he gon’ get hit up in his head
run up in that n+gga house and we gon’ put that b+tch to bed
uh, leave a n+gga dead if he f+ckin’ with the feds
we tryna paint the city red, we gon’ leave all them n+ggas dead

[verse 1]
hit him with that arp, put that n+gga straight to sleep
hit him with them .223’s, make that p+ssy n+gga bleed
he kept talking on ig, so he got hit with that heat
pull up on a n+gga block (bow), then we clear the scene
n+ggas don’t want smoke with me, ‘cause they afraid of us
thеy know that we dangerous, they play and wе gon’ flame ‘em up
hit him with that glock (bow), send that n+gga to the sky
if a n+gga play with lil ds, he gon’ f+ckin’ die
i got murder on my mind, i’m steady tryna slide
hop up in that ride, b+tch you better not hide
hit him with that iron, now his mama crying
she asking god why, “why he had to die?”
riding with my n+ggas, clutching on that pistol
if i catch a opp, this sh+t gon’ get wicked
you gon’ be a victim, you gon’ end up missing
posted in the trenches, we really stand on business
i’m bangin’ dgk, all them n+ggas g+y
like i’m ovo, i stay with that drake
riding through big china, hopefully we find ‘em
them n+ggas always hiding, they ain’t never sliding
[chorus]
he try to run up on my block, he gon’ get hit up in his head
run up in that n+gga house and we gon’ put that b+tch to bed
uh, leave a n+gga dead if he f+ckin’ with the feds
we tryna paint the city red, we gon’ leave all them n+ggas dead

- bop ds lyrics

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