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10 opps - the deadly youngan lyrics

[chorus]
d*mn they done dropped the lo we just caught like 5 opps
f*cked that n*gga up so bad i d*mn near f*cked up my glock
when n*ggas try to beef with me i look like who finna drop
they spoke on one of my deadly youngans we added 5 thats 10 opps
b*tch this a p*ssy neighborhood so when i spin ion look for cops
yo b*tch ass dont see sh*t just like a soda all you hear is pop
gotta make sure i keep the bucket on me when i use the mop
we had to spin for bro even the score we knocked off 20 opps

[verse 1]
he tried to spin took to long and died cause he was picky n*gga
put cеnts on top his head we leavе him dead like his name 50 n*gga
that n*gga still ain’t dead we gone keep spinning till its empty n*gga
they banging thek like bro morty this sh*t get ricky n*gga
spin on him like some sirens he a snitch and his ass f*ck with feds
his gang be on that bullsh*t pulled up put it to his mama head
ain’t drive bye on no n*gga know i hopped out put his block to bed
they dissing on my gang i’m tryna pull up leave yo brother dead
his p*ssy ass gone die im tryna tie*dye that p*ssy n*gga shirt
tryna hit him with that fye we smoking fye since his ass tryna lurk
he loving on that thot and the whole time he six feet in the dirt
that n*gga look too gangster sent the cashapp got that n*gga merked
that n*gga think he tough up on the net then imma get him dropped
that n*gga think he loving on that thot we make his ass a thot
that n*gga think he dialing like a phone we get that n*gga blocked
that n*gga think im locked up b*tch surprise im at yo parking lot
[chorus]
d*mn they done dropped the lo we just caught like 5 opps
f*cked that n*gga up so bad i d*mn near f*cked up my glock
when n*ggas try to beef with me i look like who finna drop
they spoke on one of my deadly youngans we added 5 thats 10 opps
b*tch this a p*ssy neighborhood so when i spin ion look for cops
yo b*tch ass dont see sh*t just like a soda all you hear is pop
gotta make sure i keep the bucket on me when i use the mop
we had to spin for bro even the score we knocked off 20 opps

[verse 2]
put mari up in heaven with big dump and made that n*gga fly
i shot him in his f*cking heart im tryna see that n*gga die
his brother died in front of him and till this day he asking why
that n*gga daddy a b*tch thats why his b*tch ass in the f*cking sky
f*ck who we hit we get to spraying its bullets in his f*cking door
that n*gga ass a b*tch i made his body hit the f*cking floor
his ass tryna be gang gang get you hit no face up on yo bro
stop sending death threats p*ssy b*tch yo ass a f*cking hoe
we tryna hit his face spray him like mace crack him like a vase
that n*gga talking sh*t then imma put him in his f*cking place
he tough up on that phone but in my face that n*gga ran away
thek what b*tch tryna put yo ass up in yo place
like whop wit dat chop p*ssy b*tch we tryna add a k
boy you can’t live on earth im tryna send you to another place
boy you know you gotta die you ass should know it ain’t no other way
boy yo b*tch ass get no b*tches so you can’t be saying you got play
[chorus]
d*mn they done dropped the lo we just caught like 5 opps
f*cked that n*gga up so bad i d*mn near f*cked up my glock
when n*ggas try to beef with me i look like who finna drop
they spoke on one of my deadly youngans we added 5 thats 10 opps
b*tch this a p*ssy neighborhood so when i spin ion look for cops
yo b*tch ass dont see sh*t just like a soda all you hear is pop
gotta make sure i keep the bucket on me when i use the mop
we had to spin for bro even the score we knocked off 20 opps

- the deadly youngan lyrics

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