lil nuu - yop lyrics
[intro]
yop, yop, yop, yop (lala)
yop, yop, yop (d+mn, osama, you global now)
[chorus]
glizzy fully ridin’ striker, how we slidin’ through the city (city)
we don’t ride in real v’s, ain’t no telling, we get busy (busy)
when we done, wipe the car, can’t leave no evidence for them b+tches (b+tches)
don’t care if you told on the opp’, either way, that sh+t snitchin’ (snitchin’)
how you get up that close but still miss up on that miss? (miss)
think he did that sh+t on perc’s, i can’t be mad it ain’t in him
i lost roc, it hurt me bad, now we the ones who do the k!lling (the k!lling)
don’t even talk, don’t say nothing, can’t put them people in the business (business)
[verse 1]
i got ‘bows for the low, what’s the tracking number on they shipment?
i call bro and ‘nem from cali’, like, what you want, they say they spinnin’
og brought my first gun, before i die, i take a sentence
beating up off backshots, i gotta pay for her new inches
give me like six months, i bet i go and get that richard
once it’s up, it can’t go down, they do they best, so we don’t get ’em
45 hit your body and rip through you like some tissue
they die, we check them off, then call the opps, like, “go get ’em” (get ’em)
[interlude]
yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
hit they block, let off a hundred shots
we don’t use no extended clip, we need at least a mop
get that load, we gotta go, we ain’t tryna stop (grrah)
[chorus]
glizzy fully ridin’ striker, how we slidin’ through the city (city)
we don’t ride in real v’s, ain’t no telling, we get busy (busy)
when we done, wipe the car, can’t leave no evidence for them b+tches (b+tches)
don’t care if you told on the opp’, either way, that sh+t snitchin’ (snitchin’)
how you get up that close but still miss up on that miss? (miss)
think he did that sh+t on perc’s, i can’t be mad it ain’t in him
i lost roc, it hurt me bad, now we the ones who do the k!lling (the k!lling)
don’t even talk, don’t say nothing, can’t put them people in the business (business)
[verse 2]
since i came out the womb, i been posted in the trenches
they can’t walk up in my shoes ’cause they don’t like to play with switches
take the 30 from lil’ bro, he trigger happy when he itching
and you can go and tell whoever, i bet we still catch you slippin’
wanna trap up in my hood? pay that fee or move around (move around)
first time i got a switch, i fell in love with the sound (the sound)
spot news after gym, that’s when you know that it’s man down
wanna act like you gangster, we gon’ drench and make you drown
[interlude]
yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
i’m like kd in the streets, i do everything
block a b+tch up off my phone, talking ’bout wedding ring
i don’t know what to trust, i think everybody a sing
[chorus]
glizzy fully ridin’ striker, how we slidin’ through the city (city)
we don’t ride in real v’s, ain’t no telling, we get busy (busy)
when we done, wipe the car, can’t leave no evidence for them b+tches (b+tches)
don’t care if you told on the opp’, either way, that sh+t snitchin’ (snitchin’)
how you get up that close but still miss up on that miss? (miss)
think he did that sh+t on perc’s, i can’t be mad it ain’t in him
i lost roc, it hurt me bad, now we the ones who do the k!lling (the k!lling)
don’t even talk, don’t say nothing, can’t put them people in the business (business)
[outro]
yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
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