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poody gordy - yop lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, jay, man, run that sh+t)

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
gotta calm boom down, he the chargest
it’s the hardest tryna stop fully when he get started
sell dope, sold the ho by myself, i’m a narcissist
i done paralleled the benz, the motherf+cker self+parkin’
you can catch me at the flea market, hand all flushed
we known to have the dog barkin’ when he givin’ pus
still make a n+gga sit on them hands and give it all up
we’ll drop some hot sh+t on y’all ass like a starbucks

[verse 2: drego]
man, i’m with fully, he on fully, he keep tryna squeeze the fully
you a rookie, i’m a bully, snuck the strap in the hood of my hoodie (boy)
oh, d+mn, that’s your b+tch? she in the back and she givin’ up goodies
sippin’ a half of this the same price that you pay for two ‘bows of the cookie
oh, you got them brrts? where you at? tryna get a pair
on my way down the way, just hit me up when you get it there (just hit me up when you get it there)

[verse 3: the big homie & drego]
i’m in the ghetto, baby, every time i see an opp, just boom, boom
i need to talk to my lawyer, finna hit him up on zoom
and it ain’t enough room, hmm, certified tweakers only
i done caught him in the field, say them sticky boys done got up on him
yop, say hit him with some hot sh+t, how? the drac’ got a coolant on it
i ain’t worried ’bout sh+t, all that talkin’, gotta prove somethin’ (yop)
come to they hood, they can’t even move around
five+percent tint, you roll it down, we gon’ shoot it out (man)
[verse 4: drego]
you ain’t speakin’ what you livin’, n+gga, what you rappin’ ’bout?
we quit rappin’ in the drought, i told ’em we gon’ trap it out

[verse 5: bandgang lonnie bands]
hey, i’m on i+80 bound on fifty neph’ hounds
we went from ridin’ them greyhounds to the jet now
don’t think i’m rich now, it won’t get hostile
i’ll send a blitz out, knock the head coach down
heard he got hit with a four+five, yop
tell me what’s that datejust to this motherf+ckin’ yop?
i heard he told, don’t worry about it, it’s way easier in a cell block
if the judge say ten million, boy, i’m still bailin’ out
we pull a buck less than a month and that’s just one spot
i’m probably the reason that one of your aunties drugged out
why the f+ck i turn mark twain to the dump house?
man, somebody tell drake we shut a canada bank down
bandgang turned detroit to a scam town
same opp was a fan, he got fanned down
same opp was a fan, he got fanned down

- poody gordy lyrics

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