n***a cypher 4 - dime! (hyperpop) lyrics
[verse 1: dime!]
(uhh) i ain’t really pressed about it (uh*uh*uhh)
talkin’ down on me, ima shoot a f*ckin’ (shoot a f*ckin’)
that’s what’s i was saying man
talkin’, we gon’ spray again
n*** keep on playing man
like what you tryna do?
[?] stand back and shoot
who are you?
talkin’ down, lil bro on that too
put him on the screen, now we smokin’ on his pack
n*** we gon’ take his life, and he ain’t gon’ get it back
put the hole into his face
we gon’ make a hunnid k
[?] don’t get no plays
[?]
[?] pull the trigger
[?]
[verse 2: venthan]
making racks, making gold
loggin’ off, goin’ ghost
i just made set million as a number as my f*ckin’ toast
motherf*ckers grounded
makin’ cash, we count it
said he makin’ moves, throw in bank, b*tch i got it
what the f*ck, what the*what the f*ck
he was outta luck*luck*luck*luck
guess we’re out of phone
told that b*tch we’re done
b*tch i f*ckin’ won
(that’s it bro, you f*ckin’ losе)
[verse 3: gunk]
turn ’em off like switch in nintendo
i bе whippin’ sh*t, i hop up in a benzo
i’m on the n*** cypher hangin’ wit’ my friends yuh
he don’t know who he talkin’ to, i had to let ’em know
[?]
if he talkin’ down then i know he is a*
[?] but it’s super loud
try to get wit’ me, but you ain’t get with the gang
[verse 4: 1crusafix]
and we smoke his pack
doin’ cypher 4, b*tch you know we f*ckin’ comin’ back
(pu*pull it in that f*ckin’ turbo) we let it blast
he keep talkin’ on the net, we gon’ stop his tracks
pull up wit’ dat blade, we gon’ have to run his fade
you not f*ckin’ safe
i don’t need it, i*i*i*i don’t need it now
tired of speakin’, i don’t wanna hear it now
[verse 5: breakupbreakdown]
i said what you doin’ bro?
[?]
i know it’s hard, believe
(i’m so f*cking tired, i just wanna go to sleep)
m*me and bro, yeah we on the cypher
it’s time to grow up, b*tch you wearing diapers
roll it back (ah*ah*ahh)
throw it back (ah*ah*ahh)
big square (ah*ah*ahh)
you mad (ah*ah*ahh)
[verse 6: 14106lyn & dime!]
fe*feel like you don’t want a problem
why you hatin? b*tch i see you at the bottom
i*if you talkin’ then i’ll dime, we gon’ rob him
he got issues i don’t think that we could solve them
ma*makin’ money, i don’t see you doing that
i don’t really care ’bout what they say, i’m never going back
[?] wasn’t even good at doing that
if you talkin’ down on gang, we gon’ end his ass
i’m wit’ c4pri, that’s my gang
n*** ho, all you n*** lame
got the chop right in the back, [?]
you keep talking on my bro, it’s the last time we’re gon’ hear your name
c4pri is my gang, that’s my slat
if you talking down then you get whack
spray my opps, blow his choppas in the back
talk on c4pri, put him in a pack
talkin’ down, your music’s whack
when i see an opp, i’m sprayin’
(sprayin’ wit’ dat gat)
[verse 7: akkiro]
b*tch i’m posted wit’ my gang
in the cult wit’ dime, b*tch you know that that’s my slat
ta*talkin’ down, b*tch you know that you get sma*a*acked
4 cypher, yeah you know we comin’ back*back
yuh, he get no money, b*tch he broke ass f*ck
yuh, he get no number, b*tch he outta luck
b*tch i’m*b*tch i’m*b*tch i’m wit’ the gang, yeah we count it up
yuh, since you know our name, yeah you know it’s us
[verse 8: rainglol]
there’s something you not telling me
i can’t do no harm, i can’t do another felony
shape him like my arm, saying go back to the better me
you gon’ get blacked out, if you ever try to threaten me
you could get cooked off wit’ a g*19, i know the recipe
i let there be ape on me, it’s so accessory
i pour up the wok, my cup it bleeds, when you stress wit’ me
i pull up and smoke up on my weed, so you can’t get to me
you can’t get up next to me cause you’re a f*ckin’* (n***)
i just popped an ecstasy, my problems gettin’* (n***)
i might pull the trigger cause the chopper is a* (n***)
ima shoutout dime, that’s my twin, that’s my* (n***)
[verse 9: cld]
yo*you can’t a get it like i do
got these flags, shining blues
you not gang, i f*ck wit’ you
got these calls, that don’t got through
same, same, yeah that’s all true
hop in the zoom, now you’re screwed
take your car outside, i’m not saying you think i’m you
[verse 10: yinion]
p*ssy boy he actin’ like he gunned down
does he really wanna find out?
wha*whatever
i keep a glock and that bit with a mag
that boy’s a [?], [?] a capper
he talkin’, he get smacked
told him he better not actor
best not get me madder
ge*get this money mad, we addin’ up
and you that i just cannot give no f*cks
and you know your music really sucks
[verse 11: prkrblu]
yeah i pull the f*ckin’ trigger
yeah i’m makin’ profit and my pockets gettin’ thicker
why the f*ck y’all complaining about me gettin’ richer
yeah you could call me the best cause i’m a f*ckin’ winner
winner, winner, winner, winner, you just wanna be me
me and taco hop up on the track, we make a symphony
winner, winner, winner, winner, you just wanna be me
takin’ all these percs, man i might just go crazy
[verse 12: luvendz]
glocky came wit’ a switcher
give a f*ck, cause i got richer
choppa came and a split her
wow, he gon’ die, yeah
i’m so alive
b*tch i can’t waste my time
b*tch i’m, gettin’ my racks up
get my bag*bag up
up on the block hard, sip too much i lean up
i swear, that you n*** be [?]
no i don’t care, i’m not tryna make my life worse
[verse 13: funny]
(ahh) i can’t take it
put the (ahh), wit’ the (ahh), and you’re famous
get a beat, with the beat, i still [?]
get the chop, it’s the motherf*ckin’ pavement
(ohh) i don’t give a f*cking (quack)
all these b*tches on my (quack)
usb all in my (quack, quack, quack) (la, la, la)
ima carry you
fl studio, [?] that’s the scary truth
and if there’s a zombie inside that’s stupid enough to scar it boo
[verse 14: crusey]
we gon*we gon’ take you off the map
b*tch i’m in my bag
run up you get smacked (aaaaacked)
i feel like a let down
b*tch i’m in my bag now
i’m aimin’ for his head now
(ahh) put a bullet in his chest
not on top, but i wanna be the best!
why you blow me like a past?
baby i’m santa claus, rollin’ up in saks
[verse 15: ihuhalo]
n*** talkin’ sh*t
call my boy [?], he gon’ put you on a [?]
keep my name out of yo list
y’all already know how i get it
[?] lose your f*ckin’ trust
y’all think [?], you should quit
caught that boy, i’m run up on the picture
we gon’ let the boy, cause that is a* (n***)
[?] to the bread, i’m a money getter
b*tch up in my dm’s, i can’t fold for a switcher
[verse 16: woxied]
they said there’s a [?] on my paper
we don’t [?]
[?]
stop talkin’ down [?]
[?]
with the gang [?] give no f*cks
he was goin’ up, your music is different for everyone
it’s okay to be my son
[?] one
[?] your career is done
is always sit there laughing but you never f*cking won
don’t respond
all these [?]
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