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hopoutblick - headpoppa lyrics

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[intro]
(hey, vinny, vinny? vinny, bag of donuts, how hard is it?)
big torchers n+gga
givin’ out faceshots

[verse]
da on some sh+t, i’m thinkin’ bout goin’ on the run
keep tryn’ put me on lock for a petty ass gun
ain’t got no time for no jail sh+t, bro i’m tryn’ get sh+t done
loafin’ at that getty, hop out on ’em, then get done
hopoutbl!ckin’, bendin’ blocks, i swear this sh+t start gettin’ fun
he dissed on my brother, now his mom was startin’ sum
we keep hittin’ n+ggas tops, the headshottas havin’ fun
before we chase ’em, throw some shots ’cause i like watchin’ n+ggas run
they can’t escape from the glock, it got a switch, like boy you done
broski crazy, f+ckin’ ars, how you make the k come?
bodies and curry, throw it all, oh we tryn’ chase sum
he was dissin’, now he not, we made that p+ssy take sum
he was slippin’ felt that hot, the torchers tried to bake hum
i keep 100 with me, n+gga i’m still with my day one
i can turn you a vic, all i gotta do is say sum
caught that n+gga out in public, why he tryn’ play dumb
n+gga said he not from back there, he not tryn’ claim them
well, we don’t k!ll civilians, n+gga we gon’ get ya gangnem
caught ’em comin’ out that crib, even god can’t save ’em
and we make sure n+ggas dead, the torchers still got face ’em
he got followed, camped on, and got dropped
tino died six days later, we smoke on a different opp
n+gga you can’t stop the rain, when we bendin’ thru them blocks
we don’t shoot from cars, we hop out, and send ’em shots
now he dancin’ with the stars, cause he was lackin’ on that block
we sendin’ shots, and then the bars, just arps on different glocks
we keep n+ggas in this backwood, and they from three different blocks
she wanna f+ck me cause i rap good, she know i get the guap
b+tch i had a long day, get on ya knees and give me top
she keep sayin’ i’m ignorin’ her, i’m bendin’ on an opp
she think i blocked her, my phone off, cause i ain’t f+ckin’ with the cops
sh+t my location, b+tch fried, she think she bout to get the drop
last b+tch had to line me, my torchers chased around her crops
b+tches glizzy bis+xual, is your coochie ain’t a opp?
she don’t wait to hide on t, that sh+t got his man dropped
every time a n+gga diss, that’s another man shot
told lil bro to get a v, cause that f+ckin’ van hot
n+ggas know that we don’t miss, go take a look at cam top
n+ggas say that they gon’ k!ll me, why the f+ck i’m still alive?
i’m mixin’ ski lack with the danny, bro this sh+t get me big high
ain’t tryn’ fight, b+tch i ain’t manny, bl!ck ’em, send ’em to the sky
put that hot sh+t in his chest, bro how the f+ck he still alive
that one n+gga caught a wicky, now you know he ain’t survive
headshot, headshot, he diss jai, got deep fried
should’ve seen his head pop, ‘fore that p+ssy close his eyes
just another dead opp, we scored again, ain’t no surprise
that’s a f+ckin’ dead block, cause all their homies been died
every f+ckin’ headshot, but that’s for all the dead guys
[outro]
if i give you ten, b+tch n+gga gettin’ fried
n+ggas b+tches, down bad, yeah they don’t spin up on they side



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