solid snake - slopptopp22 lyrics
i count 6 shots *****
i count 2 guns *****
(gunshot) ah, god
mothaf*cka
[b*tickle]
he a buffoon
slanging dope on the low like a bassoon
the gangstas don’t pop out in june
if we go to the circus i’m bringing the goons
in bed we animated like a cartoon
beat him up so bad he needs to be fed by a spoon
squirt all over him like we playing splatoon
[slopptopp22]
every opps b*tch show me love
there’s meaning in the shots we bust
five in him and one in his hoe
two in the show
we the pizza they just the crust
don’t step on my new suede j’s
you know that we don’t play
if someonе wanna step, they get put on thе instant replay
put an opp on a highlight reel
let’s switch it up to r&b and get you in your feels
torture him and leave his mind broken like a seal
extract the laughing gas out a spray can of reddi wip
bust a cap in his ass and run a lap around his block
bludgeon him with some b*tter in a sock like sam puckett
pour up so much lean i might need a dirty bucket
[b*tickle]
he was talking hot so we k!lled his brother
he said r.i.p so we tortured his mother
got all these guns like we undercover
getting all these bands like they stack up tall
standing on top like i best not fall
me and the opps yeah we had a brawl
getting all these girls oh wait i’m getting a call (ring)
oh sh*t
yeah, i got a bad b*tch in my bed
and she got a fat ass and she giving me head
what the f*ck
why she getting a call from a fella named ted
now i’m beating this b*tch with the bl!ck
when she’s on the verge of death i’m gonna take a fl!ck
if i hear sirens i’m running real quick
[slopptopp22]
she metal on my gear till my snake get solid
up the socom with the suppressor if she try to take my wallet
hit an opp with a f2m2 surface*to*air long range ballistic missile
take a hit of the blunt got me looking like kim jong un
knock him out his socks he a lowly riddler goon
give his girl backshots on my mclovin bedspread
perhaps a she let me f*cky like a ducky
i just ask and she give me the s*x
spinning the block on the polar express
hitman say he’ll k!ll for 10 bucks i’d do it for less
just spent a buck fitty on some ugly ass jordan’s
stacking up my bread because i resell jordan’s
i go to church to ask god for a new pair of jordan’s
hop in the donk yeah we are soaring
we flippin’ in the back of the foreign
she giving me head in the back of regal
if the opps pull up i’m whipping out my deagle
12 run by me i pull out my flare gun
lighting cats on fire just for fun
on the outside of my hotdog there is a bun
i pray that i don’t catch my opps lacking with the nun
i need a new debit card my shiz bent in the dryer
he thought he was fly but my booty shorts are flyer
jit tried to bend when i was singing with my choir
catch the opps trying to rub their wood together and make a fire
don’t share my money i’m a h**rder
immigrant smuggled crack rocks across the border
i gave him the death penalty in court i said order
couldn’t smoke the crack rocks i became a snorter
[b*tickle]
eating fruity pebbles out of a comically large bowl
imma tell santa to give my all opps coal
beat a opp with a candy cane call it the north pole
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