Yozora
Grah, grah, boom
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Grah, grah
Grah, grah, boom
Outside tryna catch me a cuatro
Shorty a thotty im feelin the bop though
And rah got hit in his taco
Dumb lil b#tch got hit in her taco
We gon spin
And them hallows gon rip up his chin
Big doa i might dump on ya mans
We get to boomin sh#t sound like a band
And them n#gg#s ain’t tippin no bands
I cannot fold with the chop in my hand
Caught him lacking, he ricky, he ran
n#gg# i got me a chop i dont dance
See an opp ima aim for his mans
Why would i run if my gun dont jam?
Pop a perc, take a trip to the land
Them n#gg#s p#ss#, they never gon blam
I cannot lack, b#tch i keep me a weapon
I ain’t goin out this is an fn
And i swear to god that my chop is my bestfriend
And if i see an opp ima stretch him
If i call up dayday, he shuttin sh#t down
So the show is gonna end with a bow
Flee off the scene i ain’t takin a bow
Call up swervo he comin right now
And i swear to god ill never tell
Make ya baby moms open up a wells
She wanna get it on, im like, “oh well”
b#tch i keep a chop under my belt
And if i go to c he get smoked like a looseleaf
Ice on my necklace i feel like im gucci
If its a thot, she a fan, she a groupie
If i see an opp, ima roll up, no sushi
Off a yerkie now im ready to clap
If he f#ck with the opps
Then you know i can’t dap em
If i up, just know ima tap em
Dont do the bluffin, you know ima blast it
Next we ain’t stoppin, n#gg#s had you with ya knees up
Up with the chop, bet that n#gg# gon freeze
A n#gg# tried to run but got hit with the v
Like n#gg#s coulda put you in a leaf
Like enough is enough
If you mention jayrip then im shootin sh#t up
Dont try to trip can’t you see ima cut
If i pass him the knocks then he sendin you up
And thats word to my mother
Lost jb, i ain’t losin another
Rah got clapped go put him on ya cover
If you mentioning bro, ima come for your brother (p#ss#)
Like what, ima come for your brother
Like, and thats word to my mother
Keep no remorse in the spot, ima flock at ya mother
Outside tryna catch me a cuatro
Shorty a thotty im feelin the bop though
And rah got hit in his taco
Dumb lil b#tch got hit in her taco
We gon spin
And them hallows gon rip up his chin
Big doa i might dump on ya mans
We get to boomin sh#t sound like a band (gltt)
And them b#tches ain’t tippin no bands
I cannot fold with the chop in my hand (gltt)
Caught him lacking, he ricky, he ran
n#gg# i got me a chop i dont dance
See an opp ima aim for his mans
Why would i run if my gun dont jam?
Pop a perc, take a trip to the land
Them n#gg#s p#ss#, they never gon blam
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