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lirik lagu 41 bop (feat. kyle richh, jay gelato & miah kenzo) – tata

(kayarchon)
walk down gang, we gon′ leave him to pieces (like, what?)
spot a opp, i might up it and fire

pass me the jiggy, i’m tryna get higher (like, what? like, what?)
put a o in his face, he′s a tire
three deep, i’m with jenny and miah (yeah, gang)
opp thot, she get hit through the wig (like, what?)
like, i’ma up, i don′t need an assist
big ebk, like, i did what i did

like, no, where he go? (where he go?)
don′t run, red beam on his throat (like what?)
and the sh*t that i tote can’t fit in my coat (can′t fit in my coat)
b*big gun, it can’t fit in my sweater
when i spin, .30s are better
shе a thot, she on top with her legs up
i′m a dеmon on court, i’ma threat (like, what? like, what?)
suck my d*ck, ek, you next

she a thot, 41 boppin′
oh my god, what happened to*, wait
how you tough, you don’t do what you claim (claim)
he not a ‘ooter, he don′t put in pain (pain)
how you tough, too deep, and you copped it (like, what? like, what?)
i was 13 with a switch in my pocket
she a freak, so i beat up the box (like, what? like, what?)
like, she get nasty, she know how to slop

how you tryna be something you not? (you not)
and i′m big eos n*gga, every opp shot (every opp shot)
like a package, put ’em in a box (in a box)
and they call me dwyane ′cause i’m nice with the rock
me and mellz too deep, two beams, two knocks
in the v gettin′ diddy off ‘dot (he dead)
ain′t no case, and yeah, i did a lot
they gon’ think ima janitor i came wit’ a mop

he ain′t tough when his back is a battery (on bro)
yeah these n*ggas be livin′ in fantasies (what?)
these n*ggas not really outside
put the beam to his face, he gotta face reality
don’t run, where he go?
he gon′ get shot if he throw up a o
everything deady, yeah, everybody know (on bro)
and he look like a clown, red beam on his nose (on bro, on bro)

don’t run, don′t trip (don’t trip)
mr. everything deady walkin′ through they sh*t (don’t run, don’t run)
oh, they mad, ′cause they mans in a spliff?
all of the opp n*ggas suck my d*ck
what′s up? then it’s lit
suck my d*ck lefty, you a b*tch (on bro)
spinnin′ through courtland, i’m bumpin′ my sh*t
if he throw up a o, then somebody get hit

she a thotty, she bittin’ the sheet (what? d*mn)
he tried to run but i already peep
runnin′ and dumpin’, he think it’s a dream
i cannot f*ck if that b*tch is a keen
send a choppa it′s hittin′ his spleen
bullets are nice, so they makin’ him lean (like, what?)
now that dummy asleep
ballin′ on court, 41 is a team

she tryna pull up, she don’t need a license (like, d*mn)
i said, “dotty is punchin′ like tyson”
spin in the morning, i see the horizon (horizon)
like, i’m a sun ′cause the demon is rising (rising)
and the bullets can never be rising
spin in a v, i don’t care ’bout a permit
said that boy, he got washed, detergent
like if i get me a dono, i earned it

i′m a dolo, like i am a threat
and the beam is a chain like it stay on his chest
i get bigger, don′t get me upset
and these n*ggas is mad they can’t run up a check
in the field, i′m playin’ soccer (soccer)
she a baddie she tote on the knocker (the knocker)
he tried to run, he get turned into grabber
like, on the scene make it hot, like lava

tata, 41 bop in this sh*t (41 bop)
movin′ iffy, i’m rockin′ this sh*t (i’m ro*)
runnin’ plays like popovich (like what? like, what?)
shordie she poppin′ and lockin′ it like
and the p*ssy i’m beatin′ it up (i’m beatin′ it up)
and the d*ck know she eatin’ it up (she eatin′ it up)
turn off the v catchin’ me in a truck (catchin’ me in a what)
lotto got the lotto′ he readin′ it up like d*mn (reedin’, reedin′ it up)

hold on, swear that i’m clutch (swear that i′m clutch like d*mn)
kay up with the gun and he’ll what
then we bought then we knucklin′ up (like what)
bro hop out controllin’ the cut like
two*step leanin’ off the lean (off the lean)
d*mn, i got the knock wit′ a beam (wit′ a beam)
i just been waiting i’m itchin′ to creep (itchin’ to creep)
you feelin′ froggy, n*gga, better leave

like whoa, told bro, “dump that pole”
run up on me, i up that pole
and his bro got turned to a ghost
she a baddie, the d*ck in her throat
drop down window cl!ck and cl!ck and cl!ck
i’ma just cl!ck ′til it’s empty (go, go)
and she in the back of the renty (like what? like)
you know my b*tch i just f*ck off the henny

i called up jay, told bro, “we slidin'” (like, what?)
where they at? man, these n*ggas is hidin′ (where they at?)
f*ck that, spin back, rewind it (like what)
who that?
i spot ′em (d*mn, d*mn)
so i got ’em
and i drop ′em (like)
on court, john stockton (keep playin’, b*tch)
keep cl!ckin′, keep flockin’
do a dot, man, this sh*t not a option

lotto, he be totin′ on the grip (like, what?)
drop that body*ody to the floor, like
lotto done came through the door (gang, gang)
40 start bangin’ let a n*gga know like (like, d*mn, d*mn)
like no, baby, lettin’ it rip (like, what?)
told lilo, he need a stitch (d*mn, d*mn)
toe tag gang out the whip
boy think he drippin′, if i see bullets make ′em trip

off the migos, she fiendin’ for h*ll (what?)
off the yerky she holdin′ it down (holdin’ it down)
lil′ baby wanna be down (wanna be down)
lato the brother, the king of the town
bro go toss, v flip (v flip)
detour ross, bully rick
got a baddie totin’ on a stick
nike keep tickin′, tick it, i’ma cl!ck (tote on what?)
said to ho, “yeah, these n*ggas not sl!ck”
he don’t know, hear lato, make him hit

shh, sh*t, sit on my hip
know that shawty*awty got a kick
up an o, put an o in this steam (o in this what?)
why these lil′ n*ggas steppin′ for me?
i’m just gon′ put ’em to sleep
lato cuckoo with the ru′, you get hit in your sleep

jump a n*gga’s pants, pull them by the seam (like)
his reaction when we in the scene, d*mn
slap that up, i make it bleed, d*mn (d*mn)
muddy off molly, i′m t, d*mn
you my dog, hang out the v
puff a ‘y, he dug, ain’t no heat
i might spin in a bimmer wit′ p
f*ck her up, put her dead on his tee

mask on, but it′s not for the virus
boppin’ a b*tch, make her see the horizon
tough on the net, i′ma slide when they typin’
stevie wonder, i shoot with no guidance
bodies on bodies, sh*t f*ck up my focus
everything dead once the demon has spoken
it′s some b*tches that’s gon′ meet they maker
backed out my nine and she backed out a taser
drop the addy, i spin ’til i’m dizzy
not letting up nothing, i′m staying on 50

what′s the point bein’ somethin′ you not?
catch a opp b*tch in person, that person get shot
know some b*tches get right in the trap
opp n*ggas died and we know that’s a fact
like we was beefing, now she in a pack
now he dead, miss his deady, y′all won’t get him back (notti)

′bout my brothers, i’ll bury a block
just to f*ck everybody, it’s everyone shot
like ain′t no love, we was sliming and sh*t
if it′s up and it’s lit, come and slide with a b*tch
like never lackin′, attached to my grip
gotta watch who around me, they want me to slip
everything dead, know your mans in a spliff
all my n*ggas is here, that’s why i never trip

how the f*ck ya mans turn to a opp?
′cause y’all b*tches is funny, i stay on my block
ebk baby, don′t care who get shot
b*tches sayin’ it’s up, but they know that it′s not, b*tch!

top two, and i′m not two, b*tch
at me
everything dead, all the opps is shot
deady
dead

- tata

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