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jeesh – b0p out b0ys lyrics

[intro]
beat the f+ck out that boy
where he goin’?
yeah+what the f+ck?
who the f+ck that is in that corner right there? (f+ck, f+ck man)
(f+ck, jit)
b+tch you bop o…
b+tch, b+tch you bop out on me? (bow)
(b+tch) let’s get it
bop out on me, i’mma hit you with somethin’ (aye hit him with that stick, man)
huh (jeesh, what the f+ck is this?)
[verse 1]
b+tch imma beat the f+ck out you
find your b+tch, imma beat the f+ck out her throat too (ooh)
hit a n+gga up with .32s
hit a n+gga up, now he all up on the news
hit a n+gga up with the chopper, leaving no clues
hit a n+gga looking for the blues, all the blues
b+tch i need that, she sucking d+ck, oughta choose me
yeah she like to choose, she chewing with her tooth
b+tch don’t bite down though
gotta get my dough, then i hit the road with big bro
yeah we smoking dope on the road
call up folks, hit a n+gga up with the scope, with the scopes (b+tch)
leave a n+gga real smoked
like antidote, b+tch you getting real clear
hit you in the ear, make your ass steer
smoke his top, now that boy off in the air

[verse 2]
this a hot car, b+tch we sliding in a stolo
we got glocks in here, b+tch do not stop
hard head got them big glocks, he ain’t going for nothin’
and we got the sticks, send a n+gga straight to the sun
n+gga talking ’bout “he want beef with me?” you ain’t ‘nun
lil’ n+gga you p+ssy, how you praying like a f+cking nun?
jeesh worked the beat till his arm f+cking tired
bop up out the cut with a drac’ like “hi”
i say imma f+ck that b+tch till her sh+t get wide
the b+tch say she a christian (but she ain’t even down to ride)
i say b+tch i’m yu+gi+oh, i got the power just like god
i say i pop a perc and sit back and just vibe
call me the baby kid, i was in school getting high
the b+tch she asked for twenty, i just gave the hoe a five
yeah they thinking i’m a spirit, trying to figure out my vibe
i’ll bop up out that cut with that f+cking .40 ridin’
[verse 3]
excuse me (so what)
do you have a problem with my gang, b+tch?
i could lead you to discords with more insane sh+t
dropped ties with him, he didn’t speak my languagewhen i start popping he’ll be moving on in anguish
no, hold on (ahem)
sorry about that
my haters getting real jealous that i’m back
they wanna k!ll me so the clique i stay around that
and everybody listen to my voice because it sound bl+
i mean, all this sh+t is really simple
how you f+cking on the same b+tch that you simp for? (kyle you a b+tch)
how you getting beat by a boy that look like a winslow?
how you f+cking drop to nintendo extendos?
driving in the rent slow, fly a f+cking sling by your window
we ain’t ever put these arms akimbo
sn+tching up your bimbos (then what?)
then i pass ’em to the kinfolk
going stupid tapping on the temple, yeah

[outro]
sh+t p+sser on the glock .32 shots
deacon turned demon pull up on his block, we gon’ bop (bop bop)
jug sh+t up out his shop and we don’t stop (hold on, run it back real quick like)
sh+t p+sser on the glock .32 shots
deacon turned demon pull up on his block, we gon’ bop (bop bop)
he ain’t keeping nothing left if he a opp

- jeesh lyrics

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