envy mix - topopp nique lyrics
[intro]
topopp sh*t
gang
uh*huh
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
gang topopp, gang topopp, gang topopp
[verse]
f*ck them dead ass n*ggas, you know you can’t get them back (uh*uh)
they be quick to speak on willie, bruh his daddy doin crack (oh willie)
i forgot to tell his fans that his momma really fat (that hoe big)
i don’t cap in my raps, b*tch i’m really livin’ that (big 4)
if it ain’t ralo in that weed, then why the f*ck you call it gas?
you was claimin’ 6 block, now you throwin’ b’s with spazz
you a fakin’ ass n*gga, we got choppas for the ack’
we got glocks and we got macs but b*tch you know we double back (ackafool, ackafool, ackafool)
smokin johnjohn and that spazz, curt got left right on the grass
n*ggas can’t do sh*t, cause i got vouchers on they ass (skrt)
like [?] car then i dont crash
little friend, boy they talkin, till they found him in that bag
and all that speakin’ on my momma, get another n*gga back
[?] another n*gga smashed, i put this choppa on his ass
how you shootin’ and you missin’? get some f*ckin shootin’ classes
this .40 bangin’ bust yo brain, now yo mama feelin’ sad
lil bro got the .30 tucked, i got .50 in thе cut, thats 80 shots
b*tch wassup, this pistol hit a n*gga up
we young and dumb don’t give a f*ck, f*ck yo baby he gеt f*cked
we the opps, b*tch wassup, and smokin’ ralo got me stuck
he tried to slide with his big truck, johnjohn dead who give a f*ck
[?] you know its up, you won’t be dead, shut em up
[?], 5.56s get em flushed, we got b*tches in this cut, just for talkin like he tough
bow, blow em down, lil bro got a hundred rounds, and he quick to gun you down
now yo ass lost and found
we ain’t get none, turn around, had me gunning n*ggas down
got that n*gga on the ground, cause [?] shot him bibby style
he a clown, she a clown, she trynna f*ck b*tch move around
he tried to fight, [?], f*ck the opps who want it now?
fix his face if he got frowns, if we pop out we skip around, gang
[outro]
f*ck all them dead ass n*ggas, straight up man, rest up willie
we don’t wanna talk, aye, pick yo mans up, straight the f*ck up man
i don’t see how these n*ggas still alive man, you ain’t never hit no tops, you get dropped, popped, cause we got glocks and shots, f*ck n*gga, gang
and i heard you work at church on 21st street, dont get yo ass chick chick chick boom
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