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opps lackin - lil g major lyrics

[intro]
glrrd, pah pah pah
dirty green dot up on the switch
b*tch i ain’t gon miss
(3o is going to teach me)
b*tch i ain’t gon what? (f*ck goin on)
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye (gang, gang, gang)

[pre*hook]
hit that lil’ b*tch from the back, will smith that’s an act
she got me hard as a rock but this rock ain’t get slapped (b*tch, dah dah)
chiropractor ass major i put them needles to his back (to his back)
i’m too loyal with this sh*t, b*tch i could never rat
[chorus]
i said i pull up with that full clip i’m not talking movie
b*big choppa make him dance b*tch im talking groovy
aye, call me ‘spector gadget ’cause i be riding with my toolie
bro im straight up like an a, i can’t be hanging with no foolies

[verse 1]
aye roscoe hit my line, “bro lackin, opps zooted!’
so i got up brushed the grillz like a pc i got rebooted (got rebooted)
bro saw me pop up out the cut, he was dreaming but this ain’t lucid (rip to juice) (aye, aye)
bro was talking on the net, he really thought that we was stupid (we ain’t dumb)

that two 23, cooked him like hot wings and drum*drums (bang, bang, bang, bang)
i chased him out his flip*flops, he was really tryna run*run (sprint that sh*t)
roscoe parked outside, i hopped in, that was kinda fun*fun
but not before his hoe chewed me like hubba bubba gum*gum (ahh ha)

black af1s, tech fleece, b*tch you know i’m st*rdy
size 12 retro j’s, when i be riding with my .30
every opp i see, b*tch you know i gotta do ’em dirty
30 clip, 3 in his back, like his real name was larry birdy

glizzy knock his weight off like its lipo (fat ass)
i could’ve stole your b*tch, but she really ain’t my type tho (flat ass b*tch)
you thought that she was loyal but he she tryna smash
he don’t really want the smoke, he thought that we was talkin gas (he thought that we was talkin’ what?)
my producer know what he on, i don’t gotta tell him “turn me up”
mixing brands just like track, while pouring drank up in this dirty cup
this big ol’ f*cking icy cuban giving me the frostbite
roscoe sending addys like it’s christmas so that i might…

[chorus]
pu*pu*pull up with that full clip i’m not talking movie
b*big choppa make him dance b*tch im talking groovy
aye, call me ‘spector gadget ’cause i be riding with my toolie
bro im straight up like an a, i can’t be hanging with no foolies (i can’t be hanging with no what?)

[outro]
man, f*ck you talking ’bout?
i*i asked the b*tch what’s brown and sticky
she said me she know im the sh*t
(gang, gang, gang, gang)
(dah, dah, da*dah)
(fah, fah, fa*fah)

- lil g major lyrics

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