OT Boppin
Ay, Tefo made this one
TKBeats made this
Free Slim Jim, Free Boogie Bando
Yo, won't stop shootin' 'til the whole ting's empty
Better take this L like NP or ZT
Swingin' my blade, don't tempt me
Farm blocks, late night, no entry
Century, porkies all wanna arrest me
Yo man get sault like jezzies
5:00 a.m., gettin' nicked for a murder
No further, he got his drowned, no wellies
Donny got drowned, no wellies
No wellington so we can't see clear
Foot on the clutch, into gear
Wind down the window, they all disappear
The neighbours like, "What happened here?"
Donny got shaved but he still got hair
Big drip, little drip, got teared
Got me with Lerky, we had big man scared
Ay
Shotgun, man slap, man boot it
Ching man down, now his Canada's ruined
Don't think we can sleep on a vio
We came right back and then done two bootings
Chillin' in the same spot, what are you doin'?
They just don't learn like stupid students
Spot any opps, don't think, just do it
100 percent, broski's gonna shoot it
Hop out the ride, he's dashin'
Catch him, do man up and then vanish
Free Boogie B, well-known savage
Pull up on them and of course they panic
Next day, me and Abz went on a lurk
Didn't see nothin', just one little strangers
This beef is fryin'
Don't get caught lackin'
Out real late, oh damn, he's gassin'
I see broski watch him, cotch him, mob him
Hopped out the ride and chopped him
The Get Back's dropped him, everyone's flossin'
Gassed up, OT boppin'
Machine gun shoppin'
Shotgun lockin'
Two hands, bow and pop him
My aunty still ask if I'm fine
I lost my mind but the money ain't stoppin'
Due to get long when corn starts flyin'
Buck into A, don't expect kindness
Ridin', ridin', I find it excitin'
Knife it, knife it, somebody's dyin'
Pipe it, pipe it, babes stop pipin'
Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he's ridin'
Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin'
Jeet it, leave it and little bro swipe it
I'm with L, that's my big pal
He's on violence, he don't make no sound
Spin the whip, give a fuck 'bout the crowd
If you chill the opps, you ain't makin' me proud
Bro, what's wrong with this child?
He got his times two, still runs his mouth
Cuzzy comes to the ends
If broski's ridin' then I'm ridin', no doubt
I got hella leng tings from South
Just bruck their back and open mouths
Me, Bando, I don't chase no clout
I just hit the oppy, smoke it and I'm out
My broski got nicked like, "How?"
Just wish him the best when they take him to trial
My broski got nicked like, "How?"
Just wish him the best when they take him to trial
I see broski watch him, cotch him, mob him
Hopped out the ride and chopped him
The Get Back's dropped him, everyone's flossin'
Gassed up, OT boppin'
Machine gun shoppin'
Shotgun lockin'
Two hands, bow and pop him
My aunty still ask if I'm fine
I lost my mind but the money ain't stoppin'
Due to get long when corn starts flyin'
Buck into A, don't expect kindness
Ridin', ridin', I find it excitin'
Knife it, knife it, somebody's dyin'
Pipe it, pipe it, babes stop pipin'
Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he's ridin'
Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin'
Jeet it, leave it and little bro swipe it
Ridin', tappin', this shit's fantastic
Ay broski, pass me the dot-dot
Watch man hopscotch, trip, get cabbaged
OFB, we got shottys and daggers
Hammers, pull up on opps and they're dashin'
Head to the blocka, just done a mad ting
Sad ting, done up a yute, no manners
Bill two spliffs and forget what happened
Angle of arms, I swing it
Dip it, rip it, twist it, kill it
Everyone's bad 'til bro starts chingin'
Gunshot hole leave you in you existence
We caught one, he left his missus
Pull up on my block, it's scripts we're flippin'
Three doors pop, shotgun get lifted
If we caught him, you would've seen him on pictures
I seen broski watch him, cotch him, mob him
Hopped out the ride and chopped him
The Get Back's dropped him, everyone's flossin'
Gassed up, OT boppin'
Machine gun shoppin'
Shotgun lockin'
Two hands, bow and pop him
My aunty still ask if I'm fine
I lost my mind but the money ain't stoppin'
Due to get long when corn starts flyin'
Buck into A, don't expect kindness
Ridin', ridin', I find it excitin'
Knife it, knife it, somebody's dyin'
Pipe it, pipe it, babes stop pipin'
Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he's ridin'
Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin'
Jeet it, leave it and little bro swipe it
TKBeats made this
Free Slim Jim, Free Boogie Bando
Yo, won't stop shootin' 'til the whole ting's empty
Better take this L like NP or ZT
Swingin' my blade, don't tempt me
Farm blocks, late night, no entry
Century, porkies all wanna arrest me
Yo man get sault like jezzies
5:00 a.m., gettin' nicked for a murder
No further, he got his drowned, no wellies
Donny got drowned, no wellies
No wellington so we can't see clear
Foot on the clutch, into gear
Wind down the window, they all disappear
The neighbours like, "What happened here?"
Donny got shaved but he still got hair
Big drip, little drip, got teared
Got me with Lerky, we had big man scared
Ay
Shotgun, man slap, man boot it
Ching man down, now his Canada's ruined
Don't think we can sleep on a vio
We came right back and then done two bootings
Chillin' in the same spot, what are you doin'?
They just don't learn like stupid students
Spot any opps, don't think, just do it
100 percent, broski's gonna shoot it
Hop out the ride, he's dashin'
Catch him, do man up and then vanish
Free Boogie B, well-known savage
Pull up on them and of course they panic
Next day, me and Abz went on a lurk
Didn't see nothin', just one little strangers
This beef is fryin'
Don't get caught lackin'
Out real late, oh damn, he's gassin'
I see broski watch him, cotch him, mob him
Hopped out the ride and chopped him
The Get Back's dropped him, everyone's flossin'
Gassed up, OT boppin'
Machine gun shoppin'
Shotgun lockin'
Two hands, bow and pop him
My aunty still ask if I'm fine
I lost my mind but the money ain't stoppin'
Due to get long when corn starts flyin'
Buck into A, don't expect kindness
Ridin', ridin', I find it excitin'
Knife it, knife it, somebody's dyin'
Pipe it, pipe it, babes stop pipin'
Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he's ridin'
Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin'
Jeet it, leave it and little bro swipe it
I'm with L, that's my big pal
He's on violence, he don't make no sound
Spin the whip, give a fuck 'bout the crowd
If you chill the opps, you ain't makin' me proud
Bro, what's wrong with this child?
He got his times two, still runs his mouth
Cuzzy comes to the ends
If broski's ridin' then I'm ridin', no doubt
I got hella leng tings from South
Just bruck their back and open mouths
Me, Bando, I don't chase no clout
I just hit the oppy, smoke it and I'm out
My broski got nicked like, "How?"
Just wish him the best when they take him to trial
My broski got nicked like, "How?"
Just wish him the best when they take him to trial
I see broski watch him, cotch him, mob him
Hopped out the ride and chopped him
The Get Back's dropped him, everyone's flossin'
Gassed up, OT boppin'
Machine gun shoppin'
Shotgun lockin'
Two hands, bow and pop him
My aunty still ask if I'm fine
I lost my mind but the money ain't stoppin'
Due to get long when corn starts flyin'
Buck into A, don't expect kindness
Ridin', ridin', I find it excitin'
Knife it, knife it, somebody's dyin'
Pipe it, pipe it, babes stop pipin'
Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he's ridin'
Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin'
Jeet it, leave it and little bro swipe it
Ridin', tappin', this shit's fantastic
Ay broski, pass me the dot-dot
Watch man hopscotch, trip, get cabbaged
OFB, we got shottys and daggers
Hammers, pull up on opps and they're dashin'
Head to the blocka, just done a mad ting
Sad ting, done up a yute, no manners
Bill two spliffs and forget what happened
Angle of arms, I swing it
Dip it, rip it, twist it, kill it
Everyone's bad 'til bro starts chingin'
Gunshot hole leave you in you existence
We caught one, he left his missus
Pull up on my block, it's scripts we're flippin'
Three doors pop, shotgun get lifted
If we caught him, you would've seen him on pictures
I seen broski watch him, cotch him, mob him
Hopped out the ride and chopped him
The Get Back's dropped him, everyone's flossin'
Gassed up, OT boppin'
Machine gun shoppin'
Shotgun lockin'
Two hands, bow and pop him
My aunty still ask if I'm fine
I lost my mind but the money ain't stoppin'
Due to get long when corn starts flyin'
Buck into A, don't expect kindness
Ridin', ridin', I find it excitin'
Knife it, knife it, somebody's dyin'
Pipe it, pipe it, babes stop pipin'
Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he's ridin'
Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin'
Jeet it, leave it and little bro swipe it
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Writer(s): Thomas Kelsey
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