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kyle richh - dead opps lyrics

[intro: iffy foreign]
graah, graah (hahaha, get shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin’, man)
why he talking sh+t? his mans is in my spliff
graah, the f+ck? (that’s what i’m talkin’ about, that’s why he’s the mvp. that’s why he’s the g.o.a.t, the g.o.a.t)
graah

[verse 1: iffy foreign]
tired of n+ggas thinking i’m an actor, like
i’m ’bout to show you a factor (24 is the g.o.a.t)
brodie buggin’, screamin’ like a raptor
like, he might die if he thinkin’ i’m a lacker
.40 stick, brodie totin’ on a ladder
[?]
thottie, i got to f+ck her and pass her
never bluff, i’m totin’ on a blaster
bullets gon’ stick to that n+gga like plaster
wait, yo bro, why he testin’ my body?
next n+gga move wrong, call up haster
like, b+tch bummy, know i had to trash her
like, i be buggin’ off 30s and 60s
throw it, i’mma throw back like a frisbee
oh he dissin? like, why would you diss me
back up, let me hit ’em wit’ a 6 piece

[chorus: iffy foreign]
oyk, i’m aiming where his ribs be
rock ’em, bullets really make him jiggy
wash ’em, throw that n+gga in a dryer
like, red tips gon’ put ’em in a fryer
and for tdott, i’m knockin’ his crown off
backdoor, he thought he was ’bout to have more
die y, yus always on d+ck, like
if i see him, on brodie, i’m cuttin’ [?]
[verse 2: iffy foreign]
how you line me? i stay wit’ a knocka
do ’em like ricky, i ain’t talkin’ [?]
how you lackin’ for thotties in lobbies?
bullets gon’ hit ’em, now he thinking promptly
can’t go out like—, no way
d+mn, noah got stomped in his face
like, ek was hoppin’ over gates
dudey a b+tch, they was eatin’ his plate
like, on bro, that could never be me, like
die if a p+ssy lil n+gga appease
don’t freeze up, n+gga, when you see me
talkin’ all this sh+t, you talkin’ on the tv
jah woo, shoot that n+gga through the cleezy
kr a demon, uppin’ out the subaru
like, you a bum b+tch, why would i touch you
like, i don’t even wanna f+ck you

[verse 3: kyle richh]
like, if he jackin’ the gzz, better duck too
beam on a gun, it ain’t nowhere to run to
b+bullets is punchin’ like kung+fu
i’m on his block tryna see what this gun do
n+ggas dissin’ but n0body bendin’
like, why is my name in your mentions?
up chop if he jackin’ [?] stackin
see waters, on bro i’mma clap ’em
4s in the spot it get hot
like, bro peeped it’s a g in the corner
call me kyle ’cause i ‘oot it like korver
b+tch, f+ck it, we uppin’ the score
h+he got shot but he askin’ for more
we got us low, got to kickin’ his door
graah, trey got the gun, it’s a homi
like, like d+mn, notti bop on his body
b+big g, move c+cky, sorry
like, off a bean, i move too oppy
can’t see when i sip wocky
(i’m in the party like, “who gonna rob me?”)
[chorus: iffy foreign]
oyk, i’m aiming where his ribs be
rock ’em, bullets really make him jiggy
wash ’em, throw that n+gga in a dryer
like, red tips gon’ put ’em in a fryer
and for tdott, i’m knockin’ his crown off
backdoor, he thought he was ’bout to have more
die y, yus always on d+ck, like
if i see him, on brodie, i’m cuttin’ [?]

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