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Kyle Richh x TaTa x Jenn Carter (41) - Notti Bop (Lyrics) “Notti Boppin punchin' my hips”
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[Intro: Notti Osama & Backyardigans]
Like, 41K, y'all jacking the snitches
Okay, y'all gonna get stitches
(Order a pizza, Caleb)
Castaways, we are castaways
Ahoy there, ahoy, we are castaways
We're stuck where we are
[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Notti—Notti Boppin, punchin' my hips (Notti, like, what, like, what?)
Like, come here, gotta do it like this (Damn-damn-damn)
Don't—don't drop my shit (Notti), damn, he tried to dip but he tripped (Notti)
Beef ain't dead 'til he dead in my spliff (Notti), 'til he dead in my—(Notti)
Told bro, "Let's take a trip" (Like, what?), backdoor gang, tryna slime me a victim (Like, damn)
Not—Notti boppin, I'm punchin' my hips (Notti)
Like, come here gotta do it like this, like (Do it like this)
Bop, bop (Bop-bop-bop), he dead, roll it again (Like, damn)
Fuck OY, we smokin' they mans (OGzK)
Like, how they dissin'? They mans got tanned (Mans got tanned)
[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Notti got poked, and his mans done ran (Done ran), d-don't try, don't talk, just shoot (We shoot)
You gon' what, if you run into me? (Run into what?) What did you do when I ran into you? (Ran into you)
Hollows fly when I came in that store (Came in that store), I shot his skull, put his brains on that floor (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Like, make him drop, wit' a shot to the melon, he tried to box, he got flocked wit' like seven (Like, damn, like what?)
Got some feelings, some shit I can't mention (Damn, like what, like what?)
Like, Monday, tryna find me a lacker (Damn)
Like, what? Like, damn, he a capper, he ain't boom shit, he ain't a factor
Both getting money, but I get it faster (Damn-damn-damn)
I—If it's beef, we ain't playing no defense (Like, what?)
Niggas homeless and still tryna dick ride (Like, damn)
F—Free agent, don't know who to pick (Like, what?)
Like, it make sense, what I said, so don't switch sides (Damn-damn-damn)
Niggas be mad when a bitch mine (Like, damn), a-all rats must die, fuck 6ix9ine (Like no)
Brodie said we was gonna get stitches (Like, what?), one day was dissin', the next in the ditches (Damn-damn-damn)
I—I—If you ready to die, got the drop, we gon' spin like a fidget (He dead)
Like I can't mix the Block with the za', 4.2 was the flock and I lit it (Notti)
And bro said he slid, but he didn't, like, if you think I did it, I did it (I did it)
F-Foreigns outside, it get lit any minute (Like what?)
Young nigga addicted to winnin' (Like, damn)
…………………
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[Intro: Notti Osama & Backyardigans]
Like, 41K, y'all jacking the snitches
Okay, y'all gonna get stitches
(Order a pizza, Caleb)
Castaways, we are castaways
Ahoy there, ahoy, we are castaways
We're stuck where we are
[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Notti—Notti Boppin, punchin' my hips (Notti, like, what, like, what?)
Like, come here, gotta do it like this (Damn-damn-damn)
Don't—don't drop my shit (Notti), damn, he tried to dip but he tripped (Notti)
Beef ain't dead 'til he dead in my spliff (Notti), 'til he dead in my—(Notti)
Told bro, "Let's take a trip" (Like, what?), backdoor gang, tryna slime me a victim (Like, damn)
Not—Notti boppin, I'm punchin' my hips (Notti)
Like, come here gotta do it like this, like (Do it like this)
Bop, bop (Bop-bop-bop), he dead, roll it again (Like, damn)
Fuck OY, we smokin' they mans (OGzK)
Like, how they dissin'? They mans got tanned (Mans got tanned)
[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Notti got poked, and his mans done ran (Done ran), d-don't try, don't talk, just shoot (We shoot)
You gon' what, if you run into me? (Run into what?) What did you do when I ran into you? (Ran into you)
Hollows fly when I came in that store (Came in that store), I shot his skull, put his brains on that floor (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Like, make him drop, wit' a shot to the melon, he tried to box, he got flocked wit' like seven (Like, damn, like what?)
Got some feelings, some shit I can't mention (Damn, like what, like what?)
Like, Monday, tryna find me a lacker (Damn)
Like, what? Like, damn, he a capper, he ain't boom shit, he ain't a factor
Both getting money, but I get it faster (Damn-damn-damn)
I—If it's beef, we ain't playing no defense (Like, what?)
Niggas homeless and still tryna dick ride (Like, damn)
F—Free agent, don't know who to pick (Like, what?)
Like, it make sense, what I said, so don't switch sides (Damn-damn-damn)
Niggas be mad when a bitch mine (Like, damn), a-all rats must die, fuck 6ix9ine (Like no)
Brodie said we was gonna get stitches (Like, what?), one day was dissin', the next in the ditches (Damn-damn-damn)
I—I—If you ready to die, got the drop, we gon' spin like a fidget (He dead)
Like I can't mix the Block with the za', 4.2 was the flock and I lit it (Notti)
And bro said he slid, but he didn't, like, if you think I did it, I did it (I did it)
F-Foreigns outside, it get lit any minute (Like what?)
Young nigga addicted to winnin' (Like, damn)
…………………
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