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lay bands - ya pops lyrics

[verse 1 lay bands]
n+gga dumb if he think that i’m lackin
like brodie, not tact and he still wanna act tough
see deedee, i’m catchin’ that pd
put the beam on his figi, make that n+gga back up
lil bro on the block wit his heaty, i like how she treat me, she tellin’ me backshots
and we ball like it’s magic, 2 pistols, we dumpin’ in traffic
on the block, i be causin’ some havoc
he dead, that’s a grape in a casket like
spinnin’ oy, takin’ that risk
f+ck edot, yeah he restin’ in p+ss
spin the ville, then we out to the nick
smoke johnny and suave, this sh+t got me sick (suave)
ayo gee, let’s take a trip to the 5th, they ain’t outside, take a trip to the rey

[verse 2: gee savv]
mav loc got shot in his face
they keep sayin’ names, we spin with the gang
f+ck the o’s, n+ggas know what we do
everything dead, but you never shoot
ayo derry, we gon’ spin through the sev, while we yellin’ out jerry (bus boy)
slide on the hill, b+tch i flash two pistols, yeah, i’ma shoot through the window
free jad, free jd, free oley, on bro, he odee
on the block, it get hot like it’s [?]
she wanna f+ck, but i told her to throat me (throat me)
spin courtlandt, f+ck notti, on they block, i can’t go out like nazzy (nazzy)
f+ck ek, i’m tryna find him, when i see him, he gon’ go out like bobby

[hook: lay bands]
like, put ya pops in a blunt, he hit (yeah)
put ya pops in a blunt, he hit (yeah)
put ya pops in a blunt, he hit
why them opp n+ggas runnin’ like rick (runnin like rick)
f+ck the city, we run that sh+t
edot dead, he the face of my spliff (face of my spliff)
like, we do what we want on our strip
i catch a o, and i’m dumpin the clip, grrah

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