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action talk - bop tyquan lyrics

[intro]
yeah
b*tch
ayy
n*gga, i’m still thuggin’, i ain’t gon’ never stop thuggin’
still thuggin’ ’til this day
ayy

[verse]
them n*ggas ain’t gangster, man, they just cappin’ on ig
you ain’t never sold at least a ‘bow, you can’t stand by me
i dm your b*tch after i f*ck, she was like, “why me?”
you ain’t gotta look a n*gga, know i’m where that fire be
i done got the window with them dracs, don’t need a vouch for that
pillow talkin’, n*ggas’ll send bullets through your house for that
talkin’ to detectives, n*ggas lames, but you a mouse for that
n*gga came with eighteen for a ‘bow, you get an ounce for that
goofball, you focused on hoes and now your kids broke
n*gga know i spit that gangster sh*t, i give the kids hope
i ain’t gon’ lie, i had to cut some n*ggas off i slid for
tried to ruin my image, now them n*ggas call me big broke
d*ck ridin’, you my n*gga then it’s f*ck whoever, ain’t no pickin’ sides
ar in my passenger, you play, i let that stick ride
i don’t give a f*ck if they get money, i can’t switch sides
she just want my money, i can see it in that b*tch eyes
gang affiliated, nothin’ but thugs with me
i’m from memphis, you know i got nothin’ but crips and bloods with me
they don’t tote revolver, i got judge with me
i don’t do narcotics, but we trap so i got drugs with me
b*tch just tried to leave, she see i’m lit, she won’t talk now
all them n*ggas there was tough in school, n*ggas soft now
i’ve been on a paper route, you might think i’m with dolph now
every bar i spit, it come out sick, i need to cough now, let’s go
ayy, n*ggas hate on n*ggas ’cause they on what kind of sh*t is that?
bet your ho f*ck off soon as you leave, what kind of b*tch is that?
if we take your sh*t, we take your life before we give it back
catch me where the trenches at, we wherever the k!llers at
i’m the shooter, you n*ggas the victim, b*tch, we not the same
i be seein’ sh*t before it happen just like doctor strange
i ain’t tryna beef with no n*gga, i’m tryna get this change
if a p*ssy n*gga play with me, i’m tryna get his brains
the only n*gga you know state to state with hitters every place
only n*gga you know got gorillas just like bathing ape
i’m the first one with it, this sh*t stolo, b*tch, i paved the way
trappin’ made it happen, your months’ rent is what i made today
made a play, my n*gga made a k, we call it ghost gun
sorry, if your lil’ boy play with me, he’ll be a ghost son
package almost got stuck in the airport, that’s a close one
n*ggas know not to play with lil tyke, i be done smoked one, on god
b*tch, you know we g*ngb*ngin’
ayy, i walk in with my chain hangin’
a n*gga play, on bloods, i leave his brains hangin’
b*tch, that’s on my mama, what it is? let’s go

- bop tyquan lyrics

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