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opp sh*t - 800 lil twin lyrics

all this opp sh*t, its getting lame
ain’t dissin, we see him, gone hop out and flame him
switch on the back, up close ain’t no aimin
gave him all headshot we left him brainless
we in a rango, all four of the doors off
drac in this b*tch, well tear a n*gga door off
pull on the side actin tuff tryna show off
all different calibers taking his head off

we get a call spin off then speed off
ima young n*gga but move like a real boss
2020, lost smooth was a real lost
n*ggas they hidin cause we activated
if he fall to the ground while we chase him, gone face him
you ain’t no k!ller just talk like that
he ain’t a factor but still get whacked
smoke for whoever, anybody can match
im a lil n*gga but they think im big dog
ain’t cuffin no b*tch, f*ck her, pass her like chris paul
he got dropped, they ain’t claim him, guess he was a send off
we deep in the trenches, can never go back
200 hunnit shots when i ride in the raq
2 times in the cat might switch to the black
i was 16 and blew through some racks
but i ain’t give a f*ck, i was gettin it back
whole gang ran through it, you kissin on that
n*ggas pathetic, broke, in the way
you makin love to her, i f*ck her face
cut that b*tch off she stepped outta place
applying pressure, gas no brake
all this get back, it ain’t never to late
but dont mention that cause they buildin a case
rapper snitchk but he snitched on the k

wish that abo had a bond, but he on the way
said that he street but he move like a rookie
f*cking her raw cause i love that lil p*ssy
but i can’t get attached, ghost her like casper
i f*cked her friend, that made her lil madder
you can’t name a n*gga thats realer than me
run up a million, we all gone eat
f*ck her good by mistake, now she callin me
but she know wassup, after we f*ck, she gotta go
ain’t gotta tell her, rachet lil b*tch, than play her role
stick to the code, can’t snitch in my bro

(f*ck a go)
i got em lit, real lil freak she swallow the d*ck
i got her gaggin, chokin and spittin
she want the nastiest out the cl!ck
she know im youngest thats poppin my sh*t
he talkin crazy, glock up off the hip
shoot at his head, dont shoot at his hip
f*ckin her good, she bittin her lip
but after i nut, i gotta dip
im real important i can’t be slippin
two glocks on me, they both gone spit
can’t tell me sh*t, ive seen real as it get
all this opp sh*t, its getting lame
ain’t dissin, we see him, gone hop out and flame him
switch on the back, up close ain’t no aimin
gave him all headshot we left him brainless
we in a rango, all four of the doors off
drac in this b*tch, well tear a n*gga door off
pull on the side actin tuff tryna show off
all different calibers taking his head off

- 800 lil twin lyrics

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