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gp (npk), joobz (npk) - opp boy lyrics

[intro]

trap house mob
melo

gunna

[verse 1: gp]
3 doors get buss (buss)
i see opp boys shift their clutch (clutch)
lil’ bro drenched 4 in the ride
i guess my opps just run out of luck (yuck)
my south ting’s starting to sound like loski
my north ting’s starting to sound like uncs (yo b)
my east leng ting way too nosy
she wanna know where i keep my gun (aye, shh)
got big men screaming out [?]
until we put blades in lungs (yuck)
since young i been doing up og’s
on the opp block all [?]
jigga add two in his bowel (two)
shoulda’ made little man ghosty
creep on your block and boot it (boot it)
now we got trap in ot
i’ll burst mans melon
if they ever talk bad about broski (never)
my ex heard me on 1xtra
now she wanna act like she know me (how?)
i got 2 young boys up to mischief
catch em’ up [?] like zack and cody (kway)
i got bisheads asking for freebies
aye jack why lee so cheeky
opp block chicks, that’s easy
man just pause for a second and do wheelies (quickly)
[?]
[?…] but the journey ahead got me feeling all sleepy (kmt)
i just paid 6 racks for a tt
cah n0body tell me a [?] (no way)
this botty got unlimited bells
my lil’ bro’s tryna’ raise up h+ll (up it)
my opps are a bunch of girls
they ain’t bad on road or bad in jail (yuh)
[?] just got him a 6, how many years can he spend in jail (how many?)
5 got 5 for the 9, bro said all of them screamed for help (what?)
ty’s still tapped as h+ll, he’s tapped on road and tapped in jail (he’s tapped)
bro bro juice up an opp boy and hope that the opp boy rot in h+ll
you clowns must have lost the plot if you [?] soft (lost it)
my young boy’s drenching tops, that’s blades [?]
[verse 2: joobz]

skengs in the ride, tryna’ bun mans skin
then i skeet right back tryna’ make it home (make it)
i put bells in the dots, and corn in the spinner
one shot leavin’ your head back blown (bow, bow)
that day i went home with a cheeky grin
thought he put his name on a headstone (d+ckhead)
fresh home out the can, lil’ hair on my chin
heard my man’s [?] (how?)
we really do road, dem man talk on the snap for the fans (verbal)
trap never gets old, still tryna count these rubber bands (bands)
[?] got rubber on hands, 0.9 or a straight 1 gram
uh, uh, he try run but he still got blammed (bow, bow)
wagwan for the snapchat gang (wagwan?)
don’t run if you ain’t got stam’ (don’t run)
[?] try come but we changed their plans
we bully these neeks, do you understand?
if i got the stick in my lap and gloves on my hand
get [?] for the trident gang
think jm gon’ lack when i make these bands, cah the jakes want me back in the can
i was in 0 doing paper plans
[?…] (rev it)
so we in the 9 with the longest ramz
or with the +++++, latex on hands (bow)
leave man curled and stretched like bands
like what you gonna say to the fans (what?)
beef gets stirred like pots and pans
[?] ot, slim jims and vans
you’re a big man and you’re moving grams (d+ckhead)
sinners step in expensive brands
[?…] say that i couldn’t get touched (didn’t say that)
that’s why i don’t really lack
too tough, man roll with the dots or crutch (bow)
man step with the mop, go nuts (go nuts)
or j tryna ching mans guts (ching, ching)
[?] that 4 door whip with jakes […?] (skrr)
why the opps love talk so much (why?)
them man slap corn at innocents […?]
[outro]

ask [?] how his face got reconstruct (d+ckhead)
aye, ask [?] how his face got reconstruct (p+ssy)

d+ckhead

ahaha

- gp npk joobz npk lyrics

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