Topopp Nique Envy Mix lyrics
Envy Mix
Topopp Nique
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[Intro]
Topopp shit
Gang
Uh-huh
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang
Gang Topopp, Gang Topopp, Gang Topopp
[Verse]
Fuck them dead ass niggas, you know you can't get them back (uh-uh)
They be quick to speak on willie, bruh his daddy doin crack (oh willie)
I forgot to tell his fans that his momma really fat (that hoe big)
I don't cap in my raps, bitch I'm really livin' that (big 4)
If it ain't Ralo in that weed, then why the fuck you call it gas?
You was claimin' 6 block, now you throwin' B's with Spazz
You a fakin' ass nigga, we got choppas for the ack'
We got Glocks and we got Macs but bitch you know we double back (Ackafool, Ackafool, Ackafool)
Smokin JohnJohn and that Spazz, Curt got left right on the grass
Niggas can't do shit, cause I got vouchers on they ass (skrt)
Like [?] Car then I dont crash
Little friend, boy they talkin, till they found him in that bag
And all that speakin' on my momma, get another nigga back
Get another nigga smashed, I put this choppa on his ass
How you shootin' and you missin'? Get some fuckin shootin' classes
This .40 Bangin' bust yo brain, now yo mama feelin' sad
Lil bro got the .30 tuckеd, I got .50 in the cut, Thats 80 shots
Bitch wassup, this pistol hit a nigga up
We young and dumb don't give a fuck, Fuck yo baby hе get fucked
We the opps, bitch wassup, And smokin' Ralo got me stuck
He tried to slide with his big truck, JohnJohn dead who give a fuck
[?] You know its up, you won't be dead, shut em up
[?], 5.56s get em flushed, we got bitches in this cut, just for talkin like he tough
Bow, blow em down, lil bro got a hundred rounds, and he quick to gun you down
Now yo ass lost and found
We ain't get none, turn around, had me gunning niggas down
Got that nigga on the ground, Cause [?] Shot him bibby style
He a clown, She a clown, she trynna fuck bitch move around
He tried to fight, [?], Fuck the opps who want it now?
Fix his face if he got frowns, If we pop out we skip around, Gang
[Outro]
Fuck all them dead ass niggas, straight up man, Rest up Willie
We don't wanna talk, Aye, Pick yo mans up, Straight the fuck up man
I don't see how these niggas still alive man, You ain't never hit no tops, you get dropped, popped, cause we got Glocks and shots, fuck nigga, gang
And I heard you work at church on 21st Street, dont get yo ass chick chick chick BOOM
Topopp shit
Gang
Uh-huh
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang
Gang Topopp, Gang Topopp, Gang Topopp
[Verse]
Fuck them dead ass niggas, you know you can't get them back (uh-uh)
They be quick to speak on willie, bruh his daddy doin crack (oh willie)
I forgot to tell his fans that his momma really fat (that hoe big)
I don't cap in my raps, bitch I'm really livin' that (big 4)
If it ain't Ralo in that weed, then why the fuck you call it gas?
You was claimin' 6 block, now you throwin' B's with Spazz
You a fakin' ass nigga, we got choppas for the ack'
We got Glocks and we got Macs but bitch you know we double back (Ackafool, Ackafool, Ackafool)
Smokin JohnJohn and that Spazz, Curt got left right on the grass
Niggas can't do shit, cause I got vouchers on they ass (skrt)
Like [?] Car then I dont crash
Little friend, boy they talkin, till they found him in that bag
And all that speakin' on my momma, get another nigga back
Get another nigga smashed, I put this choppa on his ass
How you shootin' and you missin'? Get some fuckin shootin' classes
This .40 Bangin' bust yo brain, now yo mama feelin' sad
Lil bro got the .30 tuckеd, I got .50 in the cut, Thats 80 shots
Bitch wassup, this pistol hit a nigga up
We young and dumb don't give a fuck, Fuck yo baby hе get fucked
We the opps, bitch wassup, And smokin' Ralo got me stuck
He tried to slide with his big truck, JohnJohn dead who give a fuck
[?] You know its up, you won't be dead, shut em up
[?], 5.56s get em flushed, we got bitches in this cut, just for talkin like he tough
Bow, blow em down, lil bro got a hundred rounds, and he quick to gun you down
Now yo ass lost and found
We ain't get none, turn around, had me gunning niggas down
Got that nigga on the ground, Cause [?] Shot him bibby style
He a clown, She a clown, she trynna fuck bitch move around
He tried to fight, [?], Fuck the opps who want it now?
Fix his face if he got frowns, If we pop out we skip around, Gang
[Outro]
Fuck all them dead ass niggas, straight up man, Rest up Willie
We don't wanna talk, Aye, Pick yo mans up, Straight the fuck up man
I don't see how these niggas still alive man, You ain't never hit no tops, you get dropped, popped, cause we got Glocks and shots, fuck nigga, gang
And I heard you work at church on 21st Street, dont get yo ass chick chick chick BOOM
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