raydareal - bop hittaz
Rj CooperIf you gotta rocket you better pop it. They ain't outside boy the opps missin You finna drop when the glock hit ya Pull up and fllla the box hit ya I'm finna shoot i won't box wicha I'm just trying get paper chase it. All these hittas some player hataz U walk up on me its stranger danger Bang hit ya Killed yaa Nailed ya aye. My bitch sent me naked pictures I told lil shorty come and get it. She know ray ray got them digits Got these hittaz in they feeling. Call me chef im in the kitchen Whipping drippin diamonds dancin All over my chain Im doin hits wit the gang. Yall hittas bitches ya lame. Throwing these hunnids She lickin my chain. I'll make a call have my shootas put u in a grave. I gotta play it safe Foe nem be droppin the rakes I'm finna throw up the foes Foe nem be playing wit nicks We finna take yo soul All we knows bang the pole. My shorts trained to go. Sippin on lean til I doze We pulling up wit carbons We leaving nothing but carcuses. Hitting my bitch from the back she arching it. Roll up this blunt full of opps and im sparking it. We spun the block on the ops like twice now we gon park the whip. I got the saucy drip. I got a bossy bitch She always talking shit Bitch why u arguing Why don't u stop this shit. Just stop it bitch Why u keep calling my phone I don't wanna talk Leave me alone just wanna get high and chill. Sit on my face while I'm high off this pill. She get on her knees and take it for real. Bitch im the shit and my diamonds drippy drippy. I got these hittaz tripping. We spun the block shot em we had tah kill a witness. I done seen real hittaz turn tah bitches. I done seen broke hittas turn tah killing. I'm tryna get to this chance at millions I'm finna get to this rapping Remember them days I was trappin making the crack like its magic. Hittaz ain't want no static. Broke shit yea im past it. Aint no capping I stay strapped up wit the blickas hit ya make ya spit up got yo kidneys liver split up And yo wrist and neck is slit up. Pistol whip ya take yo shit then then hit the eway Run from police like a relay Do this daily lifes a replay. I'm so high i cannot think straight.
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If you gotta rocket you better pop it. They ain't outside boy the opps missin You finna drop when the glock hit ya Pull up and fllla the box hit ya I'm finna shoot i won't box wicha I'm just trying get paper chase it. All these hittas some player hataz U walk up on me its stranger danger Bang hit ya Killed yaa Nailed ya aye. My bitch sent me naked pictures I told lil shorty come and get it. She know ray ray got them digits Got these hittaz in they feeling. Call me chef im in the kitchen Whipping drippin diamonds dancin All over my chain Im doin hits wit the gang. Yall hittas bitches ya lame. Throwing these hunnids She lickin my chain. I'll make a call have my shootas put u in a grave. I gotta play it safe Foe nem be droppin the rakes I'm finna throw up the foes Foe nem be playing wit nicks We finna take yo soul All we knows bang the pole. My shorts trained to go. Sippin on lean til I doze We pulling up wit carbons We leaving nothing but carcuses. Hitting my bitch from the back she arching it. Roll up this blunt full of opps and im sparking it. We spun the block on the ops like twice now we gon park the whip. I got the saucy drip. I got a bossy bitch She always talking shit Bitch why u arguing Why don't u stop this shit. Just stop it bitch Why u keep calling my phone I don't wanna talk Leave me alone just wanna get high and chill. Sit on my face while I'm high off this pill. She get on her knees and take it for real. Bitch im the shit and my diamonds drippy drippy. I got these hittaz tripping. We spun the block shot em we had tah kill a witness. I done seen real hittaz turn tah bitches. I done seen broke hittas turn tah killing. I'm tryna get to this chance at millions I'm finna get to this rapping Remember them days I was trappin making the crack like its magic. Hittaz ain't want no static. Broke shit yea im past it. Aint no capping I stay strapped up wit the blickas hit ya make ya spit up got yo kidneys liver split up And yo wrist and neck is slit up. Pistol whip ya take yo shit then then hit the eway Run from police like a relay Do this daily lifes a replay. I'm so high i cannot think straight.
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