Money Makin Ace - Bop It Lyrics

Brand new gun I love the smell
In this stolen deep as hell
We been giving opps hell
They been losing can't you tell
It was me and lil bro
We been sliding that's fo sho
Knocking on his f*cking door
Shot him through the peep hole
Then we ran up in his shit
Took his shit like gimme this
Put that boy up in a wood
Ayo rico grab the whip
Now we back to the block
Can't trust her she gave the drop
Backdoor season I think not
Hit her in her shit with the knot
They done slid some stupid opps
How nun my partners shot
Never held a f*cking glock
Got back another opp dropped
Shorty was at the club
She was shaking all that butt
Caught her leaving to her car
Hopped out the back of the truck
Fafa they fried her ass up
Bitch are you f*cking dumb
Must have thought that we forgot
Now she mixed up in this blunt
Ion play bout nun this shit
You mess with them
Only three words suck my dick
We been sliding every week
I'm outside they getting tired of me
How they got poles but they broke
Shit ain't make sense na big bro
Me and bro we smoking this dead nigga
He claim the block we don't know him
Back in the day he was moving like bitch
Back in the day he a nigga who snitched
Ceejay you remember I'm talking lil tiff
I want his head nigga
He six'five I'm toting on sum way bigger
Ion fight fair get stomped out like a party
Aye he want smoke don't tempt me
Cause you can get shot in yo body
You ready for war then come and try me
We don't wear a mask last thing they seen was us
We spin they block like tornado
Addicted love giving out halos
Trey gon shoot out the window when I say so
40 pack a punch he a dead nigga turned to a zombie
Up in the whip and I'm getting some sloppy
Can't get caught lacking I keep the nina beside me
She see how we winnin she wanna get all up up in the party
Hoe a lil freak started f*cking all up in the lobby
Got to feeling on my body
So many guns with us you would think we was the army
Fanned out tryna f*ck all on the posse
She see just how we winning yeh she tryna suck it sloppy
She gon lick spit swallow yeh she gon bop it nigga
If her baby daddy trip we gon have to get him
Disintegrate that boys face we gon overkill him
The way I stand over bodies you'd think imma serial killer
Got shooters on payroll ship the bread up through the mail
If they in that jam won't hesitate to put up all that bail
All my niggas locked in I know they ain't gon tell
We was on the block since youngins not tryna end in jail
Ducking from the fedaralies we still scream out f*ck 12
Opp niggas mention one of mine we gon do em like roddy
Yeh we put em in a box
I been walking in they spot
F*ckin on they thots
She gon put it in her throat make sure she don't miss a spot
I'm still that youngin yknow flaco straight off of the block