+NO MOR3 BOPPiN Lyrics

Bitch, Bitch

Im from South of the North

Pussy stop making that noise, tuh

I must still be a lil kid Im put up in cuts im fixing my toys

Thats why I repent to the Lord, cuz im bouta finish that boy

Bitch, Bitch

Failure not a option

Success how im rockin

When I go out West and Up that Wess aint no more boppin

Me and the Reaper we locked in

Veli I cant be boxed in

I call Izzy up, You chasing you bread you busy huh

This filthy fizzy cup, I paid a lot im really up

Im hangin round them Billys huh

But im 2-4 we really cut

Like that, my boys is you kiddin us

That lil ass Gat like really huh

I guess the Stain aint did enough

Here go the mission, stackin up 50 boxes in the kitchen

Nigga you pussy , think of you when I be petting my kitten

Switch on it its rippin, fuck around I gotta hold it wit mittens

Lil nigga you trippin, nigga the bird is the word im flippin

I dont play wit hoes im in love

Hoe dm she fucked

My girl logged in my shit you fucked

Why you capping like you up like yo plug aint fronting you dubs

Bitch its Six the Chicago Cub, Gallon of the lean to fill up the tub

Gallon of lean to fill up the bitch

Bitch, Bitch

Im from South of the North

Pussy stop making that noise, tuh

I must still be a lil kid Im put up in cuts im fixing my toys

Thats why I repent to the Lord, cuz im bouta finish that boy

Bitch, Bitch

Failure not a option

Success how im rockin

When I go out West and Up that Wess aint no more boppin

Me and the Reaper we locked in

Veli I cant be boxed in