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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Walls
Songwriter
Letra
All the opps know
They say we be hiding where the opps go
Soons we pull up hop out letting glocks blow
Who say we aint sliding boy the opps know
All the opps know
They say we be hiding where the opps go
Soons we pull up hop out letting glocks blow
Who say we aint sliding boy the opps know
All the opps know
Hop out do a hit and dash like roscoe
Letting switches off them bullets fast they not slow
I gotta blast get on his ass he gotta go
Bro got 2 blicks mixing shit like engineers
Might take your bitch home with me like souveneirs
Put dick all in her mouth like some new veneers
Your homie died and all you did was shed tears
Walk down on him like boy where yo weapon bitch
How you stepping bitch
We gon hit his chest and shit
Im a specialist
556 Bullet bout as long as a asparagus
Smoking on your homie got me higher than mount everest
All the opps know
They say we be hiding where the opps go
Soons we pull up hop out letting glocks blow
Who say we aint sliding boy the opps know
All the opps know
They say we be hiding where the opps go
Soons we pull up hop out letting glocks blow
Who say we aint sliding boy the opps know
Written by: Elijah Walls