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lil o's - computers freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: mula o]
all these social networks, like snapchat
hold up your camera, yelling gang up in the back [?]
posting pictures of that sh-t up on your snapchat
b-tches lien, emoji crying on your snapchat
hope gwap o beat the case, and let my brother home
n-ggas ain’t f-ckin wit us, i put it on my soul
f-ck the opps, ain’t out here, n-ggas duckin poles
f-ck the opps, they snitchin, put it on the o’s
mula o on some sh-t boy
b-tches thots they doing d-cks boy
yk t’d, you ain’t on sh-t boy
hit sparky up, he doin hits boy
and im ridin wit my sh-tbag
flex and cali, them o’s in it
we on the land we gettin busy
tell these thot b-tches keep from near me
i keep some bread, b-tch i keep plenty
sippin lean wit the team keep us dizzy
block bussin, gang poppin out
hitting stains b-tch it’s a drought
12 come, gang bailing out
cuz we ain f-ckin wit the cops
wit a thot, im calling shots
do bro, do bro, do squad
b-tch stop acting like you not
we in the trap, you use to that, b-tch pick a spot
and we heading to the top
getting money, f-ckin hoes, bending blocks
for star we on the block
i said for star we sending shots
and free my boys out the box
stain gang, f-ck all the cops
catch me rolling swisher sweets
never wife a b-tch, can’t get with me
oto, they stay with me
oto and ksg
gettin money, perfect time
tell a thot b-tch nevermind
hop in the whip, yea we slidin
you said its bussin, b-tch you lien

[verse 2: stunna o]
n-ggas already know, how this sh-t
catch a opp on our [?] we take soul
man these n-ggas hoes, and they not my bros
put that on the o’s that these b-tches hoes
block f-ckin bussin, we gon take ya soul
f-ck all the cops, ima dodge them [?]
n-ggas opps, n-ggas staying low
n-ggas really hoes, they ain’t poppin out
block f-ckin bussin, thots poppin out
if its f-ckin beef [?] poppin out
summer time, now its hot out
opps all scary, they ain’t on the block
when we slidin through steady calling cops
i call bally, he wit turnup, now we on your block
sliding through with sh-tbags, tryna catch a opp
put they steady runnin, we ain’t chasin them
running to that money, steady chasin m’s
n-ggas really fake, n-ggas ain’t your friend
im smokin copo, i can’t comprehend
i caught a opp, i popped him in his chin
he went to sleep right up in the street
if its war, it can be beef

[verse 3: lil o]
time to up the score these n-ggas hoes
pull up on the block, b-tch ima blow
n-ggas know im from the o
free #9 cuz he gon blow
im posted on the land
my n-ggas off some xans
a opp slide and he get changed
run up on the block and ima bang
call stunna he on go
n-ggas know how that sh-t go
call hype, he f-ckin slidin in the whip
call turnup, he gon shoot him in his sh-t
sparks got the strap
run up on him, shoot him in his back
my n-ggas they ain’t playin
what the f-ck you sayin
my n-ggas t’d in this b-tch

- lil os lyrics

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