MOP Lyrics – yvngxchris
Singer: yvngxchris
Title: MOP
Slide on a opp
Two hands on the stick, b#tch, it look like a mop
And I swear to God that these n#gg#s be talking, your b#tch finna send me the drop, uh
And I’m finna do that lil’ boy like a chef, I’m finna slide with the chop’ [Mathias
I slide with a chopstick if he wanna talk sh#t
I pick up the Glock and I drop it
I’m selling his body, I put it for auction
And I really heard your g#dd#mn music, I swear to God it was dogshit
And I got your b#tch in my mo’f#cking crib, that ho finna suck it and gawk sh#t [Mathias]
Got her in the telly, uh-huh
Okay, your b#tch is my side and she wanna ride, put it in her belly, uh-huh
g#dd#mn, I’m killing my bros and nobody knows, I feel like I’m Melly, uh-huh
Oh, sh#t, I took that b#tch to the g#dd#mn crib, that ho too smelly
I slide in a SRT, that b#tch go way too fast, no, this not steady [Mathias
I mean everyday, I stay with a K in casе a lil’ p#ss# #ss n#gg# wan’ test me
And you can test mе, I put bands up on your head, yeah, that’s the rest
And what the f#ck was I just saying, n#gg#? I just gotta— [Mathias]
Slide on a opp
Two hands on the stick, b#tch, it look like a mop
And I swear to God that these n#gg#s be talking, your b#tch finna send me the drop, uh
And I’m finna do that lil’ boy like a chef, I’m finna slide with the chop’ [Mathias
I slide with a chopstick if he wanna talk sh#t
I pick up the Glock and I drop it
I’m selling his body, I put it for auction
And I really heard your g#dd#mn music, I swear to God it was dogshit
And I got your b#tch in my mo’f#cking crib, that ho finna suck it and gawk sh#t [Mathias]
My name be Chop, C-H-O-P
I ride my opps with ARP’s
‘Hop hit him up and he dead [Huh?
‘Hop hit him up, he R-I-P
I like to swing for fun
You say it’s smoke? Better bring a gun [Huh?
I brought the Draco out, so you better bring a drum [Mathias
He ain’t too fast, I caught him
Choppa make his #ss dance like Harlem
Your chains rented, my sh#ts, I bought ’em
b#tch, I’m really in the mix like
You say you stuck in with your lil’ n#gg#s, all your #ss get slaughtered
f#ck your b#tch, I smoke your father [Mathias
Choppa make a n#gg# fall like autumn
Said we got .40’s, we got carbons, them sh#ts go retarded [Huh?
Might get caught out in the daytime, still gon’ go regardless
If we can’t catch you in your crib, we gon’ patrol the party
AR clapping, his bro kept sparkin’ [Mathias
Keep on dropping ’til my songs is chartin’ [b#tch]
Slide on a opp
Two hands on the stick, b#tch, it look like a mop
And I swear to God that these n#gg#s be talking, your b#tch finna send me the drop, uh
And I’m finna do that lil’ boy like a chef, I’m finna slide with the chop’ [Mathias
I slide with a chopstick if he wanna talk sh#t
I pick up the Glock and I drop it
I’m selling his body, I put it for auction
And I really heard your g#dd#mn music, I swear to God it was dogshit
And I got your b#tch in my mo’f#cking crib, that ho finna suck it and gawk sh#t [Mathias]
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