Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alley Oop, artist - MbnelDate of issue: 24.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Alley Oop |
| I’ma shooter he a poodle |
| This F and N gon' bust a nigga’s noodles |
| I just took this nigga bitch go get your bitch back |
| I be breaking hoe bitches like they Kit-Kats |
| I be poppin' percocets just like they Tic-Tacs |
| I rock designer head to toe, I like to mismatch |
| I’ma shoot your buff homie in the six pack |
| One up top for the opps you know with that |
| It’s me and Nel, we giving hell |
| We talk to killers, you talk to 12 |
| I would’ve dropped that bag but ain’t no bail |
| So free my niggas out that mufuckin' cell |
| I’m a Sacramento slime with a mac |
| She ain’t bring me what I want she getting slapped |
| You checkin' traps, she selling pussy |
| Can’t really cut like that, you nigga rookies |
| She want the jewels, I wanted blue |
| Pop a 30, get in my mood, ayy |
| Bad bitch, told her, «trap for a real nigga» |
| She gon' go and bring it back for a real nigga |
| Ayy, all that gang shit, yeah, we with that |
| We leave a nigga missing with his bitch ass |
| Ayy, I need commas, I need hundons |
| Try to play around with me, you got the wrong one |
| AKs, we got chops, we got big sticks |
| 'Bout to check another nigga off the hitlist |
| Boom, .40 finna clear the whole room |
| Doomed, nigga play with me, he need a tomb |
| Sweep a nigga block, we ain’t need to use the broom |
| I sell that black shit that you can smoke up off a spoon |
| If the bitch ain’t suckin' dick then we kickin' her out the room |
| Masked up, boy, we break in niggas shit like a raccoon |
| You ain’t never shot nobody, see you flinchin' when you shoot |
| I got the juice, I’m that nigga in my city bitches choose |
| I just got me a lil' nickle, we got the stick in it |
| Them boys stay posting all them guns but they ain’t hit with it |
| Brodie just got a Glock, It got the switch in it |
| All you cute flexin' them guns, y’all just take pics with it |
| Ayy, you not my dawg, yous a poodle nigga |
| How many killers you know? everybody shooters nigga |
| Ain’t got to flex, these niggas know what we do to niggas |
| Still ain’t popped a pill before we drill before I shoot a nigga |
| All these guns you would’ve thought we had bazookas nigga |
| Choppa automatic, it get to spittin' like some mucus nigga |
| I’m in the field, pass me the ball and I’m jukin' niggas |
| They take you to the net |
| Like suckas don’t know police do to niggas |
| I spent a thousand for these ripped jeans |
| All them shots them niggas sent but they ain’t hit me |
| And brodie smoked what’s his name, he in six feet |
| We seen him at the market and then we chase him down 6th street |