Street Oppera
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Piero this shit crazy Man Paolo killed this shit Ima need six bands for a cook up Brodie get to working in the field ain't no push-ups Choppa got him leaning backwards and now he sit up Glizzy got him frozen both hands made him put up Worrying bout the wrong people where yo brother at Only bosses in the circle I can't hang with rats Brother peaking from the corner man you know he strapped Praying to god but you know you ain't gon get him back Park the car go get busy we do walk downs Put a bitch in her place ain't no Chris Brown Better watch where you stepping or get gunned down Got a thirty add some ten's that's some big rounds Got them cleats cuz you know I'm in that field Gotta survive in these streets man you know we down to kill Man I'm running up the beat man I need to sign a mil I'm really clutching heat got no place for you to chill Fa fa this that glizzy Tryna spin the opps block boy til I'm dizzy Get the f*ck off my phone with that miss me You got like 6 in the dirt no kizzy Sitting all day send that drop Put that vest down we hitting niggas tops F*ck GTA but I'm swanging with my chops Toss that tec cuz we leaning with our glocks All yo friends gone I guess you can thank me Put that nigga in a wheelchair man he lazy Pull up to the show with my Drake like I'm Baby Dropping thirty on these niggas heads like I'm KD I ain't got no plans of slowing down I gotta go harder XDs, Glocks and mops you gotta go smarter Looking up at me bitch, I'm your godfather Always acting crazy on her story I do no want her You can go and keep all that fame, I just want dollars You can keep on talking your shit, I do not bother Ima keep on talking my shit, I am not proper Told me that she wanna go leave, I will not stop her Look, bitch, finna make a movie I can't f*ck with that girl cuz she a known groupie Ion f*ck with the drakes we carry twin uzi's Ion f*ck with the diamonds we carry big rubies OTS next up bitch I'm tryna make a name Twenty Bands in the closet know we only carry drank Put me on the field and I swear I'll make the numbers change How'd I hurt your feelings bitch you know I ain't the one to blame Money counter couldn't keep up, I'm just running game She thought that I was gonna come back, and I never came Saw her at a party one time, never was the same You can give me all of the money, ion need the fame Wrap the tape on that clip make sure that bitch fit Put yo face on a shirt like it's a Misfit Put that red to his mouth this that lipstick Ion f*ck with fat bitches tryna kiss it Oh yo brother dissed? now that nigga dead Bitch you rolling with the opps hear you talking to the feds K is giving niggas cuts I'll take a nigga dread Teo trippin off them percs got them popping like some meds
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Written by: Ezrah Kulu, Paolo Silva
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