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41 bop - tata (41) lyrics

[intro: kyle richh]
grrah grrah

[verse 1: kyle richh]
walk down gang, we gon’ leave him to pieces (graah)
spot a opp i might up it and fire (graah graah)
pass me the jiggy i’m tryna get higher (graah graah)
put a o in his face like a tire (graah)
three deep i’m wit’ jenny and myer
opp thot she get hit through the wig
like ima up i don’t need an assist
big ebk, i did what i did (graah graah graah)
like no
where he go
don’t run red beam on the scope (like what)
and the sh*t that i tote can’t fit in my coat
big gun it can’t fit in my sweater
(when i spin, 30’s are better)
she a thot she on top of the legs up
i’m a demon on court, ima threat
suck my d*ck ek you nеxt
graah, she a thot 41 boppin’
oh my god what happened to wait
how you tough you don’t do what you claim
hе not a ‘ooter he don’t put in pain
how you tough to deep and you copped it
i was 13 wit’ a switch in my pocket
she a freak so i beat up the box
like, she get nasty she know how to slop (graah)
[verse 2: tata]
how you tryna be somethin’ you not
and i’m big eos n*gga every opp shot
like a package put ’em in a box
and they call me dwayne
cause i’m nice with the rock
me and mellz to deep 2 beams 2 knocks
in the v gettin’ diddy off dot
ain’t no case and yeah i did a lot
they gon’ think ima janitor i came wit’ a mop
he ain’t tough when his back is a battery
yeah these n*ggas be livin’ in fantasy’s
these n*ggas not really outside put the beam to his face he gotta face reality
don’t run
where he go
he gon’ get shot if he throw up a o
everything deady everybody know and he look like a clown red beam on his nose
don’t run
don’t tricy, everything deady walkin’ through they sh*t
oh they mad ’cause they mans in a spliff
all the opp n*ggas suck my d*ck
grrah wassup
then it’s lit
suck my d*ck (?) you a b*tch
spinnin’ through courtlandt i’m bumpin’ my sh*t
if he throw up a o then somebody get hit
[verse 3: jenn carter]
she a thotty she bittin’ the sheet
he tried to run but i already peep
runnin’ and dumpin’ he think it’s a dream
i can not f*ck if that b*tch is a keen
send a choppa it’s hittin’ his spleen
bullets are nice so they makin’ him lean grrah
now i done made a scene
ballin’ on court 41 is a team
she tryna pull up she don’t need a license
i said dotti is punchin’ like tyson
spin in the morning i see the horizon
like, i’m a sun ’cause the demon is rising
and the bullets conover rises
spin in a v, i don’t care ’bout a permit
said that boy he got washed detergent
like if i get me a dono i earned it
i’m a dolo like i am a threat
and the beam is a chain like it stay on his chest
i get bigger don’t get me upset
and these n*ggas is mad they can’t run up a check
in the field, i’m playin’ soccer
she a baddie she tote on the knocka
he tried to run he get turned into graba
like, on the scene make it hot
[verse 4: dee billz]
tata 41 bop in this sh*t (41 bop)
movin’ iffy i’m rockin’ this sh*t (i’m ro*)
runnin’ plays like popovich (like what like d*mn)
shordie she poppin’ and lockin’ it like (grrah grrah grrah)
and the p*ssy i’m beatin’ it up (i’m beatin’ it up)
and then know she eatin’ it up (she eatin’ it up)
turn off the v catchin’ me in a truck (catchin’ me in a what)
lotto got the lotto he reedin’ it up like d*mn (reedin’, reedin’ it up)
hold on swear that i’m clutch (swear that i’m clutch like d*mn)
kay up with the gun and he’ll what (grrah grrah grrah)
then we bought then we knucklin’ up (like what)
bro hop out controllin’ the cut like (grrah grrah grrah)
two step leanin’ off the lean (off the lean)
d*mn i got the knock wit’ a beam (wit’ a beam)
i just been waiting i’m itchin’ to creep (itchin’ to creep)
you feelin’ froggy n*gga better leave
like woah told bro dump that boom (grrah grrah)
run up on me i up that pole (grrah grrah)
and his bro got turned to a ghost (grrah grrah grrah grrah grrah)
she a baddie the d*ck in her throat
drop down window cl!ck and cl!ck and cl!ck (grrah grrah grrah)
ima just cl!ck till it’s empty (go go)
and she in the back of the rental (like what like grrah grrah grrah graah)
you know my b*tch i just f*ck off the henny
i called jay, told bro we slidin’ (like what)

[verse 5: jay gelato]
where they at, man these n*ggas is hidin’ (where they at)

[verse 6: dee billz]
f*ck that spin back rewind it (like what)

[verse 7: jay gelato]
who that, i spot ’em (grrah grrah d*mn d*mn)

[verse 8: dee billz]
so i got ’em
and i drop ’em (like grrah)
on court, john stockton (keep playin’ b*tch)
keep cl!ckin’ (grrah)
keep flockin’ (grrah grrah grrah grrah)
do a dot man this sh*t not a option

[verse 9: jay gelato]

- tata 41 lyrics

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