Choppas & Oppas
(SimplyAndrew did it the best!)
NineP on this beat we running up the oppas
No cheese, got a Glock, no I'm not a Taurus
You just mad I got yo bitch in this crib
Why tf is Noah down bad ain't a fib
Shit man, whole lotta gang shit
Ay man, noah we still finna beat your ass after Noah's wall
Yeah, yo Angel, let me see what you cook up'
What do I do, I don't understand
What world are we living in
It's over im naive
I deserve what I exist
In my life, I'm just a gold dig
IssJenga is just a homie
Legendary is just a brother
Gramps, hop on the beat
Come on Gramps go on! go on! YEAH!
Alright, I don't know what to do with my fucking friends
I'm enduring it, then I'm fucking it
Yeah, I don't know what's going on
Maybe I should take my meds
This has been Gramps, and I'm really good at singing it
Ay Noah, we still finna beat your ass
Don't even think you're safe
Hey Suave, we still finna diss you too Ayy
9P on this beat running up the oppas
No cheese, got a Glock, no I'm not a Taurus
You just mad I got yo bitch in this crib
Why tf is noah down bad ain't a fib
Noah, you a simp, and im just out for these bands
I'm chilling with the chrome once I shoot
You finna foam out that mouth
Gramps calling me Beaner, from the south
I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, make you blast
I'm the teacher, go to class
My farts blow gas I'm in music learning Brass
Now I'm hitting you, make a pass
I love popping wheelies down the freaking fucking hall
I don't know what I'm doing, what the fuck am I doing
My dad say he hates me, but I know he loves me
Just like all my friends, even though they like to fuck me off
I like Wii Sports, even though it's fucking tiring
Wii Sports is goated, I love fucking boxing
I love going up and down on your mother
I gotta go now, you can take the rest of this
B-b-bitches calling on my phone, asking if I'm tired
Like, bitch, what's up? With you I just wanna talk
I might pull up with that gun, yeah that bitch was just shot
That hoe keep attacking shit, I must know what's up
(Duck Hunt)
Imma shoot you up like it's Duck Hunt
Posted up with 9p, we don't give a fuck now
Man down man down, ima roll up in your city now
Fuck your stupid feelings, I'ma step up on this Henny now
(Henny now)
Running at the oppas
Choppa
NineP on this beat we running up the oppas
No cheese, got a Glock, no I'm not a Taurus
You just mad I got yo bitch in this crib
Why tf is Noah down bad ain't a fib
Shit man, whole lotta gang shit
Ay man, noah we still finna beat your ass after Noah's wall
Yeah, yo Angel, let me see what you cook up'
What do I do, I don't understand
What world are we living in
It's over im naive
I deserve what I exist
In my life, I'm just a gold dig
IssJenga is just a homie
Legendary is just a brother
Gramps, hop on the beat
Come on Gramps go on! go on! YEAH!
Alright, I don't know what to do with my fucking friends
I'm enduring it, then I'm fucking it
Yeah, I don't know what's going on
Maybe I should take my meds
This has been Gramps, and I'm really good at singing it
Ay Noah, we still finna beat your ass
Don't even think you're safe
Hey Suave, we still finna diss you too Ayy
9P on this beat running up the oppas
No cheese, got a Glock, no I'm not a Taurus
You just mad I got yo bitch in this crib
Why tf is noah down bad ain't a fib
Noah, you a simp, and im just out for these bands
I'm chilling with the chrome once I shoot
You finna foam out that mouth
Gramps calling me Beaner, from the south
I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, make you blast
I'm the teacher, go to class
My farts blow gas I'm in music learning Brass
Now I'm hitting you, make a pass
I love popping wheelies down the freaking fucking hall
I don't know what I'm doing, what the fuck am I doing
My dad say he hates me, but I know he loves me
Just like all my friends, even though they like to fuck me off
I like Wii Sports, even though it's fucking tiring
Wii Sports is goated, I love fucking boxing
I love going up and down on your mother
I gotta go now, you can take the rest of this
B-b-bitches calling on my phone, asking if I'm tired
Like, bitch, what's up? With you I just wanna talk
I might pull up with that gun, yeah that bitch was just shot
That hoe keep attacking shit, I must know what's up
(Duck Hunt)
Imma shoot you up like it's Duck Hunt
Posted up with 9p, we don't give a fuck now
Man down man down, ima roll up in your city now
Fuck your stupid feelings, I'ma step up on this Henny now
(Henny now)
Running at the oppas
Choppa
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