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bippin - lil nephew lyrics

[intro]
(mvmbo)
goooo

[verse]
they say i don’t be on my block, i be around’ the city, bippin
brody on that, stuffed the 10 with double 3 like scottie pippen
they say they gon’ crack my head and leave me dead, them n*ggas trippin
stocky rocky, he got 23, let it off, and he ain’t missin
i’m the rapper, don’t get it twisted, i can catch a b
badass youngin’ runnin’ around with nothin’ less than 33
i turn you ghost, get up close and now that boy all in my weed
for the guys that’s red rum, i ain’t with all that pushin’ piece
b*tch, it’s me, crack them r’s, if you f*ck with them lmgs
so lm4, stand over top that boy, and leave him in the street
i call guap, that boy a slime, that n*gga shiester than me
brody got that new 10 milli’, let’s go slide bro where the beam
and i got … all in my l, can’t get him back, that n*gga runts
can’t keep smokin’, what’s his name? they say he bad for my lungs
tryin’ pop sh*t like you that when we was kids, i f*cked you up
once you say my homie name, no comin’ back, man, that sh*t up
that’s how it go, hop inside that car and go up that score
bro, tryna get up on some rappers, two for one and bring it home
a head back
you get head tapped for playin’, tryin’ troll
get down or you, lay down, n*gga, that’s how that sh*t supposed to go
uh like pop your sh*t, tap, don’t even got a body
do lil lo even know you? you d*ck riding, movin’ sloppy
tryin’ chase a chaser, if we spot one, then we got him
i smoke … like f*ckin’ scooter, yeah, and turn into biscotti
i’m the one, tie your laces if you thinkin’ you gon’ run
you won’t get far, roc gon’ catch up, boy, your ass gon’ be done
leave your’ mama with some tears, they done took her f*ckin’ son
all revenge about my homies, murder, murder, red rum
we hit his head, we think it’s fun, that sh*t get graphic
nephew move too smart, he be the last man standin
my lmgs steady bendin’ for the guys, tryin’ catch a basket
all that reppin’ on lil’ sonny, i be the last n*gga laughin’, uh
disrespectful, that ain’t you, they piped your head up
jump out on a looter, try and k!ll, don’t f*ck that bread up
you see him fall get overtop that n*gga, f*ck his head up
them youngins still ain’t spent for baby four, go pick y’all man up
uh, i got jumped and came back with 30 n*ggas
i don’t play that sh*t, y’all was gon’ die in front them b*tches, uh
jump out on lil’ aiden, n*gga ran just like a chicken
lucky rock ain’t f*ckin’ catch him man, he woulda hit his biscuit
[outro]
n*ggas know i’m the biggest f*ckin’ opp, uh
go, i hop out chasin’ clearance scenes
uh, i hop out chasin’ clearance scenes im the rapper and im the most protected n*gga

- lil nephew lyrics

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