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mop (remix) - wooski woo, kdg cash & joray lyrics

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first of all free bro
it’s april 1st but this sh*t ain’t a joke
aye
n*ggas stay claiming it’s smoke
till that smoke in yo throat
now he coughing up blood on tha flo

how you talk down on bro
talking tough onna book
pillowing talkn dese hoes
getting his feelings exposed
yk wooski ain’t trusting a soul

yk i ain’t going fa det sh*t

i rather sit in the stu or go hit me a l!ck

i need new ice face fa my wrist

might sign me a deal

i ain’t kappin on sht

n*ggas kapp in the booth
not talkn bout sh*t

on unc i ain’t wasting no time
cause all of my tracks gone slide

can’t go to tha stu
cause det rona outside

guess they just want us ta hide
but me n the gang we outside

what they think we the opps?!?!

kustodian gang how we all keep a mop

yk dets neva gone stop

talkn det sh*t

you a get hit w dis glock
imma just pull out det mop
det mop
det mop
det mop
bro got chops
them chops
them chops
them chops

la bro shop
fa opps
watch em drop
then spin det block

they know wooski got tha wheel
so it’s no way he sent tha shot
all them goofies f*ckn stupid
it was all apart the plot

apart of the plot
n*ggas stay hating
and talkn that sh*t, but they knoee how we rock

aye aye

when we slide down on they block, then you know that we sending them shots

aye aye

when we slide on they block they calling and telling the cops
these n*ggas be snitches and turn into b*tches

when sh*t get hot

n*ggas be hoes

but all the hoes sh*t getting exposed n*gga

aye aye

brodie just got him some 2 new pole

came from a rapping n*gga

talking all det sh*t

you think you snapping n*gga

when the whole f*ckn city know you kappin n*gga

savo want beef , say it’s all bouta b*tch

n*gga just mad she ran off with his sh*t

took his sticks

b*tches be sick, all of these hoes get ran thru the clique

cut all the beefing n shake sum

actions waayy louder than words

that’s why a n*gga don’t say much
i leave that sh*t fa tha birds

(cash)

knockdown gang

tote glocks, fn, and chops

shotgun a chase, a p*ssy n*gga out his socks

we got ar’s, and glocks, 30’s, and rugers

g2 a turn a n*gga head into some noodles

aye

hop out, shoot yo shooter

got my chains than yo jewelry

hunnid bandz frank muller

money longer than a ruler

and the opps they ain’t on sh*t, we be sliding on pb block, with chops, tryna catch sb hit’em with this glock

(wooski)

im in the stu, with the mask on me

when i pop out, that’s yo ass homie

do yo ass just like yo last homie

n*ggas gotta die

talking that sh*t bullets fly, you a get sent to the sky

these n*ggas be snakes in disguise, they cannot get in my ride

n*ggas just mad that im popping like a jigga

aye

errbody with me squeeze triggers

n*ggas come around just merching on sh*t

boay

you a get turned to a l!ck

(cash)

and they say they smoking on trell

aye

it’s time to roll up det “l”

f*cking yo b*tch, she get busy

you already know, that she turnt off the henny

and i’m in the stu, with the scale on me

i be d*mned if i go back to jail homie

and we still get them packs through the mail homie

can’t trust n*ggas i know they might tell on me

i8 and you know it’s a beamer

betta get cho b*tch, she a lil hottie

yeah she throwing me all of that body

yeah you know that she giving me sloppy

(wooski)

mr. finesse for that brain

she spread ha leg for the whole gang, so she know that she can’t be my main

i just f*ck her and get the luh hoe out the spot

right game, wrong n*gga

im back outside chasing figures

f*cking around with a young boss n*gga

(cash outro)

and we got glocks, mops, chops, ahh

shotgun chase a n*gga out his mother f*cking socks

and we got glocks, chops, opps, ahh

shotgun chase a n*gga out his mother f*cking socks

aye

mop mop

aye

mop

aye aye

chased a p*ssy n*gga out his mother f*cking socks

and we gone mop

uh

glocks glocks

chase a p*ssy n*gga , we gone chase him out his sock

- wooski woo kdg cash joray lyrics

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