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triple01s - to the opps, from ysk lyrics

[intro]
yo charlie, i like this one
dt5 on the beat
i’m nimz, [?] yeah (haha)
ysk
ayo, dy did a mazza still

[chorus: ysk]
how can a man beef me, all the opps snitching
why’s k got them twitching?
i did nightmares when i creep up with the chest out
[?] out, can’t rest up
i’ve got packs from the music
whip the pot in the bando, then use it (whip, whip)
don’t chat on my name or loose it
feelin’ clout, but he can’t get using

[verse 1: ysk]
left hand woosh and my right hand band (bow)
when i pull up, it [?] insane
i know opp boys felt that pain
when we grab that stupid lookin’ chain
i don’t even want that f+cking chain (i don’t want it)
i just put him in his f+cking place
and i swear, next day when he’s steppin’ with the gs
he’ll go home with a missing brain
[verse 2: ysk]
i swear, freezе up slaps but this bangs (grrrrr)
and i see opps crying with hate
when i see them viеws go mad
triple01’s rising in the scottish game (bow)
it’s a solo freestyle change
tryna get that name from my f+cking frame (my fame)
and the block, my bros don’t [?] talk
so we get that bag with pace

[verse 3: ysk]
i don’t chase
the bad bs come quick, just wait (just wait)
baby, this ain’t no race
no time, so i’m f+cking pointing these dates
i don’t play (i don’t, no)
they might chat on my name, best pray
when i dip them, bless [?]
and i see no man that steps on [?]
and dash them [?] on mains

[verse 4: ysk]
resume that
when i smack it
clippin’ my waist from the back it
talk cap on my name, lemme track it
back it, [?] and he whacked it, whacked it
in the corridor when i track this mag there (brrrrr)
and the opps just keep on actin’
and a friend of an opp, we slapped it, wrapped it
so don’t chat that madness
[verse 5: ysk]
get jiggy with it (get, get)
get, get jiggy with that waist
back that ass when i grabbed it, grabbed it
galy wanna get [?] on waist
yeah, she gon’ feel that weight (she gon’ feel that)
she gon’ ride till i get that sprayed
and i popped them+i popped them waist
so i bumped into another girl’s way

[verse 6: ysk]
you can get hit
but you can’t get saved by alan mcgregor
no chester, no westers
bang on the street like vardy, folester
so don’t pester, you got pressured
and i swing that blade, no wetter
and i ain’t no joker, like heath ledger
when i d+ck for this sweater

[verse 7: ysk]
zoot on my right, left is a maggie
you can’t forget that ramb on my trackie
don’t chat back when your asked that ++++
when i swung that, got pulled like ++++
and i swear that opps got fruity (fruity)
so i may as well call them judy
oh lucy, with a booty
and i got no time for the newbies (haha)
[verse 8: ysk]
pull up, pull up with the barbies
no dargies
yeah i back that, wallahi
don’t start me, come party with the army
when i shove this deep in the ends
with the chargers deep in your friends
runnin’ man down is a one+way trail
when i dip my shank, i hope it don’t bend when i open my chest

[chorus: ysk]
how can a man beef me, all the opps snitching
why’s k got them twitching?
i did nightmares when i creep up with the chest out
[?] out, can’t rest up
i’ve got packs from the music
whip the pot in the bando, then use it
don’t chat on my name or loose it
feelin’ clout, but he can’t get using

[outro]
three times over
yo charlie, i like this one
dt5 on the beat
i’m nimz, [?] yeah

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