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opp dropp (extended) - mook tbg lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, yeah, neeko, you made that motherf*ckin’ beat?)
yeah, body*ah (ah, nah, you ain’t make that motherf*cker)
ha, yeah
ha, ha, ha (ha, ha, ha)
la di da di da, ha, ha, oh, ha, ha

[chorus]
i been through some sh*t, don’t talk about it, but let’s talk about it
chain it cost a whip, i might blow this sh*t at anybody (anybody)
always smoke exotic, talking racks, let’s talk about it
i buy that b*tch a body, brain good, could’ve went to college
we not on no opp drop sh*t, he get popped quick
i be with some slums and this gun ‘part of my outfit
i came in this b*tch, i got it on, i wish they might trip (ha)
la di da di da, ha, ha (ha)
chasing dead n*ggas
[verse 1]
i got the engine in the trunk, sh*t go past n*ggas (vroom)
vroom, vroom, vroom, he just mad ’cause he a broke n*gga
rest in peace my dawgs in the grave, wish i could save n*ggas
everyday i thought about a check, now we some paid n*ggas (count up)
these chains wrapped around my neck like i’m a slave n*gga
f*ck up his trap, kick his door, he got them meds in him (grrah)
she a bread winner, f*ck it, spend some bread with her
thought he was my dawg until he turned into (uh) a fed n*gga

[verse 2]
i got these racks inside my jeans, can’t keep my pants up (d*mn)
smoking you n*ggas like a cancer (grrah, ha, ha, grrt), i got a drum turn him to a dancer
i’m chasing and chasing a check, they calling my phone (count up, count up), i never do answer
we hold that lil’ n*gga for ransom (ha, ha, ha), really a savage, money addict
wrap the money, hide it an attic, pull on me, i drop you the addy
set him up, i send my lil’ baddie (ha, ha, ha)
rich like us, n*gga, we laughing
got guns just for you rappers
diamond tester just for you cappers
he chris rock, we know he a actor (ha, ha, ha)
he get whack, they pick him up after
[chorus]
i been through some sh*t, don’t talk about it, but let’s talk about it
chain it cost a whip, i might blow this sh*t at anybody (anybody)
always smoke exotic, talking racks, let’s talk about it
i buy that b*tch a body, brain good, could’ve went to college (uh)
we not on no opp drop sh*t, he get popped quick
i be with some slums and this gun ‘part of my outfit
i came in this b*tch, i got it on, i wish they might trip
la di da di da, ha, ha (ha, ha)
chasing dead n*ggas

[outro]
ha, ha, ha
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

- mook tbg lyrics

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