lirik lagu tg crippy - every opp shot
[intro: kenzo balla]
grrah~grrah
like, like
grrah~grrah, boom
like, grrah~grrah
like, like, like
when i catch ’em, i can’t let ’em run
we just put extensions on the gun
like, like, like
grrah~grrah
like, every opp shot
[verse 1: kenzo balla]
when i catch ’em, i can’t let ’em run
we just got extensions on the gun
spot me a gz from the have and it’s up
catch me a gz from the 8, i’ma dump
rah died, y’all ain’t get enough
i’m a ‘ooter, i ain’t wit’ the bluff
mex in the air, roll the za’ on my blunt
blitz on an o, i’ma cl!ck ’til it’s done
n~gga, lotti got poked in his ribs
y’all n~ggas ain’t spin, what the f~ck ya’ done did?
pass it to keemy, he flockin’ to live
it’s a whole lot of shots we done gived
now the opps got me back on my sh~t
new opp died, i was laughin’ and sh~t
this d&d, i ain’t passin’ the spliff
oh, she givin’ the drop? then we packin’ the b~tch
caine bussin’ and it’s active again
if tg throw five, you know i’m throwin’ ten
speaking on jb, your luck in the end
yuz gz on his knees but he never gon’ spin
n~gga, how many shots you did send?
n~gga, how many opps did you bend?
spin through the well, i’ma cl!ck out the benz
flash keep chattin’, that n~gga pretend
[?] opps, where i’m at?
b~tch, i’m in the 50’s movin’ tact’
i’m the makk, give a f~ck ’bout the hat
if i see lil’ matt, leave him flat on his back
now these n~ggas linking wit’ the vatos
these n~ggas is popped and they panickin’
send shots, leave him stiff like a mannequin
say everything for they man but they ran on him
me and ac gon’ bend on the gz
see a opp and leave him right on the scene
pass us the bl!ck, you gon’ dump out the v
now let’s see if they run from the p
it’s like three more opps that i’m passin’
mexxy, dummy, ‘lila, ashes
all these n~ggas got turned into ashes
duskii, lotti, rah rah, packed ’em
send shots, get low
i spot me a jet, i’ma up it and throw
can’t lack, can’t go
wherever i’m at, know i totin’ the pole
n~ggas never did sh~t for they deads
but these n~ggas wan’ talk on bro
when i’m walkin’, keep one in the head
b~tch, i’m really tryna up the score
[verse 2: tg crippy]
they know tg always get it crackin’
[?] wit’ it, i’m just tryna clap ’em
n~ggas get shot and then tell you what happened
we gon’ keep spinnin’ ’til n~ggas in caskets
talkin’ on bro so i’ma get to clappin’
smokin’ caine, that sh~t gotta kick
i got a glock nd it came wit’ a stick
blue beam, how the f~ck i’ma miss?
spin through the 8, leave a gz on his sh~t
yus gz, you still suckin’ d~ck
shot in ya’ chest and you ain’t never spin
smokin’ on lotti and dubs’ in the whip
roll up the mex, now i’m high as a b~tch
opps be cappin’ and lying and sh~t
they mad ’cause they mans end up dying and sh~t
moneywell and the vatos what?
all them lil’ n~ggas know what’s up
spin through the 4’s, and my pole is tucked
i’m smokin’ on twenty, y’all know what’s up
and finna get real disrespectful
hittin’ you and whoever you next too
ac with me, we comin’ to get you
we is not the n~ggas you can step to
kenzo balla fold ’em like a pretzel
do a hit and skurt off in the rentals
we they n~ggas they wanna get next too
smokin’ on rah, i’m fried, i’m deady
oh, i can’t wait ’til i catch lil’ nesty
had you runnin’ in [?], you p~ssy
almost hit rah rah wit’ the beam
i’m glad n~ggas left him right on the scene
now he don’t gotta run into me
i’ma shoot if he throw up the gz
call lil’ g, and he clearin’ the scene
sha gz, we smokin’ on beans
if you feel a way, come and spin with your [?]
[verse 3: rayy balla]
if we catch ’em, he duck
tried to reach for his bl!ck, and get turned into runtz
baby girl wanna rump, told her after we f~cked, she gotta go open up
rah rah got shot, head tap on the mission
yus got shot, lucky he ain’t a spliff
y’all speaking on jb, you just got a death wish
told my n~ggas, “it’s time to go slide”
won’t stop cl!ckin’ ’til we see ’em leg twitch
like, kenzo, who ready to die?
i’on think these n~ggas get the message
tired of all these n~ggas thinking sh~t sweet
we’ll really leave a n~gga six feet
since a youngin’, i feel like i’m big [?]
at 9, i got locked wit’ the .9
thirteen, n~gga, i turned mb
know a lot of n~ggas wanna envy
[?]
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