DOTTY BOPP
Yozora
Elvis
Stupid baby, stupid dumb baby (it's Edot, baby)
It's Edot motherfuckin' stupid baby (it's Edot, baby)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (ah)
It's like so many opps you can smoke now (who we tryna smoke?)
Edot Baby got me suicidal
I ain't tryna fight you, bitch, I'ma light you (grrah, grrah)
Like, catch lil' Ddot or DD, that's rec (that's rec)
Like, I heard an opp got punched up the steps (grrah, grrah)
Like, paramedics pumpin' on his chest (like, what?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (ah), and we smokin' on E with the Dot, okay (grrah)
Tryna mix it with Blay, nigga, every O shot (grrah, like)
Like, I'm with Scottie2Hot
Who doin' what? We been smokin' EK pops (grrah, grrah)
If he pop out the shh, I know brodie boom 'em (don't run)
Like, he a stain, brodie gon' loot 'em (grrah, grrah)
Like, where his chain? Gimme that Cuban
Kick his face to the ground, Notti Bop what we doin' (grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (ah)
Dead Loccs got me lit, fuck dead opps (dead Loccs)
Every O shot, they can suck my dick
Put the gun to my head, call me Edot (every O shot)
Like, what? Go run down (like)
First one I see, the knocker off his crown (grrah, grrah)
Catch lil' DD, I'm gunnin' him down (like)
Flick on the beam, tryna click every round (grrah, grrah)
Nigga dead, how I'm bitin' his sound? (Like)
Word around town, that bitch on a pound (like)
Bitch, you popped, so don't tryna act too (don't act)
He shot himself, he was dead like a statue (grrah, grrah)
I'm off Edotty, he with JB (Edotty), like, tryna find me, I'm with AB
I'm on that block, right across the street (like)
It's like, I see Edotty when I go to sleep (grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (ah)
It's like so many opps you can smoke now (who we tryna smoke?)
Edot Baby got me suicidal
I ain't tryna fight you, bitch, I'ma light you (grrah, grrah)
Like, catch lil' Ddot or DD, that's rec (that's rec)
Like, I heard an opp got punched up the steps (grrah, grrah)
Like, paramedics pumpin' on his chest (like, what?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (ah), and we smokin' on E with the Dot, okay (grrah)
Tryna mix it with Blay, nigga, every O shot (grrah, like)
Like, I'm with Scottie2Hot
Who doin' what? We been smokin' EK pops (grrah, grrah)
If he pop out the shh, I know brodie boom 'em (don't run)
Like, he a stain, brodie gon' loot 'em (grrah, grrah)
Like, where his chain? Gimme that Cuban
Kick his face to the ground, Notti Bop what we doin' (grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (ah)
Elvis
Stupid baby, stupid dumb baby (it's Edot, baby)
It's Edot motherfuckin' stupid baby (it's Edot, baby)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (ah)
It's like so many opps you can smoke now (who we tryna smoke?)
Edot Baby got me suicidal
I ain't tryna fight you, bitch, I'ma light you (grrah, grrah)
Like, catch lil' Ddot or DD, that's rec (that's rec)
Like, I heard an opp got punched up the steps (grrah, grrah)
Like, paramedics pumpin' on his chest (like, what?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (ah), and we smokin' on E with the Dot, okay (grrah)
Tryna mix it with Blay, nigga, every O shot (grrah, like)
Like, I'm with Scottie2Hot
Who doin' what? We been smokin' EK pops (grrah, grrah)
If he pop out the shh, I know brodie boom 'em (don't run)
Like, he a stain, brodie gon' loot 'em (grrah, grrah)
Like, where his chain? Gimme that Cuban
Kick his face to the ground, Notti Bop what we doin' (grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (ah)
Dead Loccs got me lit, fuck dead opps (dead Loccs)
Every O shot, they can suck my dick
Put the gun to my head, call me Edot (every O shot)
Like, what? Go run down (like)
First one I see, the knocker off his crown (grrah, grrah)
Catch lil' DD, I'm gunnin' him down (like)
Flick on the beam, tryna click every round (grrah, grrah)
Nigga dead, how I'm bitin' his sound? (Like)
Word around town, that bitch on a pound (like)
Bitch, you popped, so don't tryna act too (don't act)
He shot himself, he was dead like a statue (grrah, grrah)
I'm off Edotty, he with JB (Edotty), like, tryna find me, I'm with AB
I'm on that block, right across the street (like)
It's like, I see Edotty when I go to sleep (grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (ah)
It's like so many opps you can smoke now (who we tryna smoke?)
Edot Baby got me suicidal
I ain't tryna fight you, bitch, I'ma light you (grrah, grrah)
Like, catch lil' Ddot or DD, that's rec (that's rec)
Like, I heard an opp got punched up the steps (grrah, grrah)
Like, paramedics pumpin' on his chest (like, what?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (ah), and we smokin' on E with the Dot, okay (grrah)
Tryna mix it with Blay, nigga, every O shot (grrah, like)
Like, I'm with Scottie2Hot
Who doin' what? We been smokin' EK pops (grrah, grrah)
If he pop out the shh, I know brodie boom 'em (don't run)
Like, he a stain, brodie gon' loot 'em (grrah, grrah)
Like, where his chain? Gimme that Cuban
Kick his face to the ground, Notti Bop what we doin' (grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (ah)
Credits
Writer(s): George Bakopoulos, Yus Gz Yus Gz
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