Bop Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em][Am]
[Em][Am]

[Verse 1]
(Just
run that bitch, Malik)
[Em]Look, look
My brother Big E
He keep that chop[Am]per on his shoulder
(he keep that chop)
Oh, he a soldier [Em](oh, he'll pop
a nigga)
My brother 3Three (baow)
He get the drop so I can [Am]fold ya (oh, that
beat bangin', nigga)
I thought I told [Em]ya

[Verse 2]
Hold on, my wife not mine
Got diamonds on and [Am]that'll blind ya
Pussy nigga, I been grindin',
[Em]I been shinin'
I done fucked my bag up (huh), and
I ain't scared to tell nobody
[Am]I'm gon' have another sixty Ms i[Em]n my
pocket 'fore next year end
Play with Top, way quick, they pop your
top, know they get killed, [Am]man
Got her [Em]out her [Am]top, your [Em]bitch a
bop, gone off that santan
Got no time for these hoes pussy poppin',
where my [Am]money, man?
Know the [Em]FBI been tryna stop me,
I need VPN
Bitch better quit that [C]poppin' 'fore you fuck around,
[Em]get your [Am]mans spinned
Know my young[G]in pop[Em]pin', bitch, I
cut up like a madman
Outside, bitch, we poppin', bitch, we [Am]pop pin',
spin that Yeat again
Hit your [G]block with switches,
then we re[Em]peat like a ceiling fan
We fill [Am]up at Conoco, walk 'round with that Calico,
we got [Em]all type of poles
'Fore I blast you, strike a pose,
bitch, watch your soul go
[Am]Strike him with this bitch, that
cutter flashin' [Em]like T Romo
Cut up like my daddy,
bitch, Montana kill you, you want [Am]smoke
Bitch, float your boat,
you better not choke, boy, you a ho
[Em]Bitch, we gon' beat the last side, we're still together,
that's how that go
R.I.P. [Am]Dump,
now I done seen this once before
Yeah, [Em]ain't no [D]problem, [Em]I say

[Verse 3]
My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his [Am]shoulder
Oh, he a sol[Em]dier
My brother 3Three
He get the drop so I can [Am]fold ya
I thought I told [Em]ya[Am]
[Em]Y'all boys want beef
We catch you slippin' and we [Am]dome ya
We walk down on [Em]ya, look

[Verse 4]
Hit the bitch in his face like back to back
They won't realize him and that's [Am]facts
We turn your son into a
pack, we [Em]blew his noggin
Bitch, this gravedigger mode,
I can't [Am]wait for [C]Stunna Island
[Em]I'm re[Am]cordin' right now, do a song,
and bitch, [Em]it's perfect stimulizin'
They won't put that pistol on me,
they use papers [Am]to decline me
Bitch, I'm thuggin', I'll send them
slimes to fuck up [G]your whole [Em]cli mate
She was fucked up, buy her a sugar
bag and [C]I won't [Em]tell nobody
He was [Am]fucked up 'bout that sugar
bag, couldn't pay his [Em]hit deposit
Play with me, but Meechy got me
bad, so I gotta call up Brasi
He still [Am]fucked up, he wan' talk 'bout
ads and how he [Em]beat up pockets
After all I see, I got this, my watch
glisten, they gon' watch this
I been [Am]thinkin' I might need to go put
caskets [Em]on my eyelids
Earlobes got shovels,
and my G- Wag' got that B in it
[Am]Step inside my lane, best come with pain, bitch,
you get [Em]beat it
Weekends, I need my paper strong, wife
need to hit Spain for a [Am]weekend
Bitch, find a plug around, don't
come back home un[Em]til we deep in
I ain't nowhere good, you're
gone
I need you back, don't do no [Am]creepin'
These niggas holdin' me down,
I [Em]need to find me another rich friend
Shit, I need to sell some hitmans
Get contracts changed to [Am]con trast
No, you couldn't stand up to that four- [Em]five, you died,
you stupid dumbass
On my side, you get no pass
Tote big fires with [Am]green flags
We hop out, better run fast
[Em]Nigga, yeah
My brother Big E [Am]He

[Verse 5]
[Em]
keep that [C]chopper [Am]on his shoulder
Oh, he a sol[Em]dier
My brother 3Three
He [Am]get the drop so I can fold ya
I thought I told [Em]ya, yeah

[Verse 6]
[Em]Huh, ooh
[Am]Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Oh yeah
[Em]Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

[Outro 1]
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