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the big homie - yop lyrics

[intro]
yop
n+ggas see me and they get scared ’cause they know i’m a reaper (k’den ju)
hmm, yop
i say long live the mafia ’cause i really mean that sh+t, n+gga, hmm
yeah, they prayin’ on my downfall, but i’ma make it out, n+gga, yop
yop, huh

[verse]
n+ggas see me and they get scared ’cause they know i’m a reaper
comin’ down that p+ssy n+gga block, he know the whip, i’m creepin’
tryna act like he don’t know my whip, n+gga, i ain’t gon’ sneak you (yop)
open fire, hit that n+gga head and i bet that’s gon’ teach him
n+ggas actin’ like they on my ass, yop, hmm
hit them n+ggas block, i’m in the grass, yop
they don’t think we playin’ it crazy like that wholе time, bro just ridin’ past
whole time hе ridin’ past, it gave him the cue to start blastin’, n+gga
i think the n+gga see me in his grass, yop, hmm
whole time, gave his stupid ass the flash, yop, hmm
i’m tryna blind his stupid ass, yop, huh
we don’t carry glocks, we carry chop+chops
all this smoke in the air, feel like i’m hot boxin’
i’ma k!ll his stupid ass, boy, we not boxin’
i’ma k!ll his stupid ass, boy, we not boxin’
but i’ll beat his stupid ass like i’m mike tyson
ask about me on the west, huh, yop, boy, i run that b+tch
n+gga, n+ggas be runnin’ and sh+t, hmm, yop
we carry guns and sh+t
ain’t no fun for this, ain’t no fun in this
n+gga, yop, put your pads on
you in the field, n+gga? you ain’t got no pads on
boy, hmm, been done popped your ass, hmm
brodie ran him over, that’s a hitstick
why the f+ck them n+ggas ’round you got guns? boy, them n+ggas all b+tches
literally got ten choppers, n+gga, i ain’t even gotta call n+ggas (yop)
been done came ben 10, ten arms, shootin’ all them b+tches
tryna finish n+ggas ’cause i know they snitchin’, i can’t leave no witness
tryna catch a n+gga at the gas station, i blow sh+t up
we put holes in n+ggas, your mans picked your kid up, he a slimy n+gga
brodie chased that n+gga down for the kid ’cause he a grimy n+gga
heard he f+ckin’ with the other side, yop, time to slime that n+gga
sick tre+tre can’t see this sh+t
he in heaven laughin’ like, “gang ‘nem really be pressin’ sh+t”
i done put a glock in my brother casket, blowin’ down on sh+t

- the big homie lyrics

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