Lyrics Yoppa Gon Blow - 83HADES

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
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