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hiding - dopeboy trouble lyrics

[intro]
troub
dope
dope, dope

[chorus]
my opps be hidin’, p*ssy
get the drop, i lay in them bushes
that glock, it get out like a fully
headshot since you think you a bully
see, i ain’t with that fussin’, sh*t’ll get ugly
i ain’t gotta c*ck it or pull it (i don’t, n*gga)
see, i ain’t with that fussin’, sh*t’ll get ugly
i ain’t gotta c*ck it or pull it (yeah)

[verse 1]
they say they gon’ k!ll me, i do no lackin’
thirty round on that glock (on that g*lock)
see, i ain’t with that fussin’, i up it and buss it
opp shouldn’t’ve shot, hit an opp
glizzy, it came with a c*ck
fox 54, we put him on fox
glizzy, it came with a c*ck
fox 54, we put him on fox
the z for zohan, the h for these hoes, the g stand for g*nius, facts
i put that drac’ on it, give it happy feet like a penguin
troub, i can’t play sports, i pull up with guns like gilbert arenas
dope, me and lil a, we clique tight, we like ferb and phineas (like ferb and phineas)
yeah, i get that drop, i’ma spin ’til i’m dizzy, i bet they won’t hop back on live
i heard he got hit with that drac’ and his partner got k!lled, f*ck the opps, tell them pick up they guys
troub, i’m in the cut like peroxide
gun stay c*cked like it’s c*ckeyed
f*ck on your ho, leave her mouth wide
tryna get me a bentley with bug eyes
rockin’ one way, i can’t switch sides
me and lil a, we like grip flies
ayy, i’m in the street like some big tires
say b*tch, i’m the [?] like the old [?]
i put a thirty on the ruger
i hang ’round nothin’ but them shooters
just got me a freak, i hoot her, ayy
i catch more plays than an uber
[chorus]
my opps be hidin’, p*ssy
get the drop, i lay in them bushes
that glock, it get out like a fully
headshot since you think you a bully
see, i ain’t with that fussin’, sh*t’ll get ugly
i ain’t gotta c*ck it or pull it (i don’t)
see, i ain’t with that fussin’, sh*t’ll get ugly
i ain’t gotta c*ck it or pull it (troub)

[verse 2]
i keep that nine like joe burrow
i’m the way out like [?]
skinny, petite, this ho narrow
yeah, i keep that strap like a dyk* ho
say you want smoke, get allstate
shoot up my opp in broad day
draco on me, this an ak
might catch a body like tay*k
i swing that stick like a blue jay
i’m on they head, crochet
got shot in the head, headache
d*ck on my glock, fruitcake
i swing that stick like a blue jay
i’m on they head, crochet
got shot in the head, headache
d*ck on my glock, fruitcake
[chorus]
my opps be hidin’, p*ssy (p*ssy)
get the drop, i lay in them bushes (in them bushes, n*gga)
that glock, it get out like a fully
headshot since you think you a bully (you a bully, n*gga?)
see, i ain’t with that fussin’, sh*t’ll get ugly
i ain’t gotta c*ck it or pull it (i don’t)
see, i ain’t with that fussin’, sh*t’ll get ugly
i ain’t gotta c*ck it or pull it (p*ssy)

[outro]
troub
yeah, n*gga, f*ck opps and they dead partners

- dopeboy trouble lyrics

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