Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yoppa Gon Blow , by - 83HADES. Release date: 23.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yoppa Gon Blow |
| Got out my stick and you know that I’m bustin |
| He talkin big he said it was nothin |
| Ride around town and the choppa was clutchin |
| Smokin that gas it give me the munchies |
| I’m not no killer but I catch a body |
| Can’t love no bitch can’t love no thotty |
| She gone fuck on up one body |
| That’s yo bitch tryna call me |
| I’m sniffin on white I’m sniffin on snow |
| Gun to yo mouth and that shit gonna blow |
| I’m goin to hell lil bitch it ain’t cold |
| Pull up rich nigga I can’t go broke |
| I like to kill high smoke on dope |
| And I pull up the devil fuck that pole |
| Run the whole church now fuck that hoe |
| And I’m sellin my soul yeah FUCK THAT HOE |
| GOD CAN’T SAVE ME FUCK THAT HOE |
| WALK IN THE CHURCH AND MY YOPPA GONNA BLOW |
| Killin a witness |
| Poured in on these bitches |
| Hang around shorty get yo wig split |
| They been jockin me I’m like can you spot the difference |
| You b-You be all in her dms I just got in her pants |
| Don’t know why you touchin so I’m not shakin hands |
| 20 guns pointd at the fuckin camera man |
| Takin-Takin off he already boutta fuckin land |
| All these drugs that I be doin they don’t understand |
| Bustin down a perc lil bitch I’m boutta fuckin play em |
| Thick rubber bands gettin broke gonna split |
| Check my vision |
| I do digits |
| And I’m finna send the shot up at the critics |
| Hit the bitch but I ain’t finished |
| Everytime I use a nostril all my flesh gonna diminish |
| Never runnin out of pussy lose a bitch then I replenish |
| I be drillin in her mouth just like I took her to the denist |
| I be smokin yo dead people you should know I got a |
| I be towin these illegals you should know that I am with it |
| I like murderin people like I need a clinic |
| 31 old bodies in the back |
| Imma just start bustin up on niggas |
| I just really want the racks |
| On god I’m too attached |
| I don’t care for the tags |
| Glock extended mags |
| What’s on yo head |
| Price tag |
| Put a bounty on his head |
| Now it’s in a duffel bag |
| You better get yo own clothes shoutout my nigga |
| Imma spaz out these niggas talkin shit |
| choppa put him on his ass |
| talkin down on me |
| These niggas trash |
| Whiplash when a shotty hit his body he gone fold like origami |
| Send that boy straight to kami |
| Yo bitch hit me up a |
| What’s goin on with this beat |
| (ALETHEO) |