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li rye - not opps lyrics

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them p+ssy n+ggas not opps
big 26k and the k stand for choppers
tried to triple cross, they left him dead, he get smoked like a rasta
ho said i’m sassy ’cause i blocked her, man, that ho a barker
hit they street hangin’ out the window, gun smoke smell like indo
doe boy my brother like i’m indo, he probably feel like i ain’t sh+t, though
’cause i been actin’ distant with the ones i love the most
f+ck n+gga better watch your mouth ‘fore i send hot sh+lls through your throat
mix tan with percs, it had me floatin’
said she don’t love me no more
throw a pill back, tony romo
xan’ madе me f+ck in slow+mo
turnt up, b+tch, i’m in go mode
movin’ solo
’cause thеy been on my tail since they seen i been prevailed
catch a body, call my phone expectin’ me to pay the bail
these n+ggas ain’t solid, hear that time, know that boy gon’ tell
see me out in public, duck his head, p+ssy tuckin’ tail
play the cross, that n+gga failed, i know that i’m goin’ to h+ll
ain’t sh+t out here boomin can’t sell
sendin’ texts to pops in his cell
in jail chillin’, kick sh+t with rell
know he gon’ ride ’cause that’s my dog
deep in the streets, i seen it all
boom, watch his body fall
skrrt, i skrrt off on y’all
on my own, i’m standin’ tall
boom, watch his body fall
boom, watch his body fall
bag, drop that on his head
p+ssy, we got n+ggas scared
on pills right now, i’m mixin’ red
on pills right now, i’m seein’ red
tom took my beretta
he let me clutch his five+seven
i got n+ggas outside steppin’
tryna whack whoever reppin’
b+tch, i tote illegal weapons
he get took down for all that flexin’
walk down with smith & wesson
don’t get too close, that sh+t get messy
cut her off ’cause that b+tch was too messy
f+ck ralph, need a bag like messi
send hits when this sh+t get too hectic
could die, but when you least expect it
nutted in her, now she say she pregnant
my s+m+n ain’t sh+t but a blessing
how she treat me, that’s gon’ be my lesson
f+ck i look like talkin’ to a reverend?
’bout sh+t he just gon’ lie about
mixin’ red, it got me cryin’ out
she eat d+ck like she tryin’ out
i might just give this b+tch a spot
make her one of my hoes, then f+ck off
i got so much money to f+ck off
say you a gangster, but i know he soft
hit the switch, urkel
white b+tch said i’m a jerkoff
don’t make me mad, that sh+t a turn+off
7.62s’ll rip his shirt off
at his funeral, i’ll probably wax the church off
take my shirt off, they say i look big, been sippin’ too much lean
fifteen hundred, spent that on a jacket i got from celine
i might pop an adderall, but i don’t f+ck ’round with beans
on these percs, they got me lookin’ mean
with a .556 tryna knock out his spleen

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