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YRN Murk - Middle Finger To The Opps текст песни

Исполнитель: YRN Murk

альбом: Cranberry Porch


Double cup sippin' the pain away, I gotta get paid today
Shootin' my shot, fade away
The stick is a German AK
I really don't care what you say
I came from the trap, nigga, servin' them J's
Dope in my socks, watch for the cops, middle finger to the opps
We the ones that played it cool
I nod my head then young-ins start shootin' at you
Ice, ice on my jewels
The Rolex watch blindin' folks, don't mean to be rude
Gettin' knowledge in the coupe, Migo gang, bills strong to recruit
Take a little X and get loose, she givin' neck like a goose
You havin' broke problems, ain't no money issues over here
Look different, solid tears in my ears
Sippin' lean, you can keep that little beer
Shootin' at your homeboy, not in the air
Real player, fuckin' hoes by the pair
Internet discussion, I do not care
I want them Benjamin Franklin's (Benjamin)
Don't give a fuck what you thinking (Don't give a fuck)
Activist what I be drinking
Smokin' cookie back to back with Jamaicans (Back to back)
I got a line that's outside my vacant
The chopper hit you, got your whole body shakin'
I got a bitch to set you up while you naked
If I see the cash, I take it
Double cup sippin' the pain away, I gotta get paid today
Shootin' my shot, fade away
The stick is a German AK
I really don't care what you say
I came from the trap, nigga, servin' them J's
Dope in my socks, watch for the cops, middle finger to the opps
Screamin' long live Pisted
See an opp, then the bullet gon' kiss 'em
And I drop 85 with a missile
Disrespect the gang, you gon' get you an issue
Rock-a-bye that baby, pass him a tissue
Free my niggas, let 'em out the system (Free 'em)
Her son got killed now she gon' miss him (Damn)
I had to finesse and remix 'em (Finesse)
This a plain Jane AP (Plain Jane)
Pull up, shootin' shots, KD
Palm Angels you ain't never seen
Before, I know you pussy niggas hate me
Pull up with sticks and we won't
Leave, hittin' shots so you can't breathe
I got the pump in my backseat (Pump)
I'll spray for the net flees
You can never get the recipe, pull the whistle like a referee
You small bomb in the big league
Rat stains in your white tee
Court side with Spike Lee
Try me, nigga, that's unlikely (Try me)
Hundred round drum shootin' bullets 'bout the size of your thumb
Double cup sippin' the pain away, I gotta get paid today
Shootin' my shot, fade away
The stick is a German AK
I really don't care what you say
I came from the trap, nigga, servin' them J's
Dope in my socks, watch for the cops, middle finger to the opps

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