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ncaa joemoney - step on the opps lyrics

[intro]
gang, huh
ncaa sh-t man, never changed at all
b-tch
aye this- this-
this for the go up man
b-tch, gang, gang

[chorus]
we step on the opps
yeah this is the block
i keep me a broom, big bro keep a mop
yes, p-ss me the deal if they talking that gwop
when i get rich, don’t hang off my c-ck
dodging the feds, i’m dodging the cops
in a drop top, i beat down the block
gucci my belt, gucci my socks
no ray good you can’t figure out my sauce

[verse]
got a bad b-tch man keep feeling on herself
beat it from the back, yeah i’m pulling out her hair
we do it all over ’cause she don’t really care
real -ss shooter, i ain’t shootin’ in the air
the opps say pull it and i’m down like the fair
bullets talk back lack a motherf-ckin’ pill
hol’ up
wait
f-ck n-gga
what
b-tch i’m a k!ller, yes b-tch i’m the driller
you poppin’ them pills, don’t need no drugs
you shootin’ out water, i’m shootin’ out slugs
they ask why i shot him, i shot him because
f-ckin’ on her for free, free
got drake man k!ll em really bustin’ on kiki
and the p-ssy drip wetter just like it was fiji
i don’t that hoe but that hoe really need me
deep in the gut
she catching them feelings with db
i’m creep in them bushes, them feds do not see me
i bust in her mouth, yeah she catching my s-m-n
i’m counting this paper, and no i ain’t dreaming

[bridge]
i put my whole soul in it
keep a 150 like it’s no limit
yellow bugatti like it be a lemon
i go to war with the opps just like a scrimmage

- ncaa joemoney lyrics

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