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lirik lagu ask the opps – yhung t.o.

[intro]
young low, this beat knock
yeah
too many diamonds on my neck, they gonna want us, baby
how you f-ckin’ with that n-gg- with no funds, baby?
got h-lla sh-t and h-lla sticks and h-lla juns, baby
countin’ up these bands ’til a n-gg- got no thumbs, baby

[verse 1]
that n-gg- say he ever stripped me, that is not facts
r.b.e. b-tch, and i’m the top hat
and once lil’ brody hit your top, can’t get your top back
strip you for your glock, can’t get your glock back
them other n-gg-s gon’ go bad, but this is not that
n-gg-, i just speak my mind, i do not rap
a n-gg- almost went broke, but i got back
how they slid? you had a gun and you ain’t pop that?
i know i got your b-tch addicted, but this is not crack
hit him from a distance with this beam and watch him drop back
i’m a thug n-gg-, so i only f-ck with thug n-gg-s
if you ain’t put no body on that strap then i can’t f-ck with ya
gotta watch closely how i move, heard the feds on me
probably woulda thought i was bool, all this red on me
i got all these blue bands, that was just some pants money
a band, that’s a slap a n-gg- with it in my hand money

[chorus]
you can ask the opps, they know how we comin’
thirty in the glock, i ain’t missin’ nothin’
you know i got sticks in this b-tch like i’m drummin’
hit it from the front and put this d-ck up in her stomach
n-gg- still hidin’, n-gg- went runnin’
young n-gg- grindin’, turned nothin’ into somethin’
know i like a bad b-tch, but i love a real woman
she hate it when i’m gone, but i gotta get this money

[verse 2]
fat chains on my neck, i got ’bout it
sayin’ i got hit, i am not ’bout it
in the range, how i hit it make me all about it
lil’ n-gg-, come through in that whip and we gon’ beat it up
n-gg- want a hook for ten bands, that ain’t gon’ be enough
lil’ bro, i’ll take that chain up off your neck, you better keep it tucked
you was makin’ love to the b-tch, i just beat it up
uh, i’m a young n-gg- with a bankroll
police on my line, i had to lay low
ain’t no purple or no red, then i can’t pour
had to put the cup down, i ain’t drunk so many faygos
you know i got lawyers for that case ’til that case close
glizzy hit lil’ brody in his face, now his face gone
n-gg-, why you cuffin’ on that b-tch? you know that ain’t yours
got some jewelers that’ll jewel me right now if i say so

[outro]
too many diamonds on my neck, they gonna want us, baby
how you f-ckin’ with that n-gg- with no funds, baby?
got h-lla sh-t and h-lla sticks and h-lla juns, baby
countin’ up these bands ’til a n-gg- got no thumbs, baby
you can ask the opps, they know how we comin’
thirty in the glock, i ain’t missin’ nothin’
you know i got sticks in this b-tch like i’m drummin’
hit it from the front and put this d-ck up in her stomach

- yhung t o

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