OhGeesy - Cropped Out [Official Audio]
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๐ Lyrics
Loadin' up the choppa with my gloves on
My lil' bitch a CNA, fuck her with her scrubs on
And she got a BBL, tap out like the redbone
This is not a middle man, this the real plug song (D-Diego)
The feds might indict me, I hang out in the drug zone
All my niggas gangbangin', the set gettin' they thug on
Sip lean and bust chrome, that's the shit I condone
Violence what I promote, homicide and gun smoke
This ain't what you want, ho, today, you finna find out
Drugs and the choppas at a nigga baby mom house
Made bail and bond out, pulls up and hop out
Shoot him in the mouth, get a opp somethin' to talk 'bout
I ain't loud, and it's the quiet ones you gotta watch out
Talk loud, get socked out, up it and get chalked out
When I pop in, all the bad bitches gon' pop out
Pop that pussy for a real nigga, don't you stop now
If you ain't locked in, then yo' ass gettin' locked out
Hopped back in and a nigga still hot now
You ain't never been him and you still finna flop now
You don't fit up in the picture, then yo' ass gettin' cropped out
Geesy, what you on? Weighin' up dope in the crack house
Got a mansion, but I'll still kick it in the trap house
Fiends know my name, you can hit the hood and ask 'bout it
Headed to the bag, you know I'ma do the dash 'bout it
Playin' with the game law, boy, go and crash 'bout it
Know the three letters, and you know I'll whip your ass 'bout it
Know your bitch bad, then I probably got the ass out her
Came up out the hood and I went and built an empire
Damn, this shit cold, it's a glacier on my wrist
The brick go for double, it's inflation in this bitch
If he don't think I'm hard, it's 'cause he hatin' in this bitch
He mad I fucked her face while he was datin' this lil' bitch
Throw this money up, get to shakin' that lil' shit
Brand-new ARs with a laser on this bitch
Strip a nigga quick, get to takin' off his kit
Drug dealer, street niggas, I be in the mix
Yeah, I be all around, play with bricks and the pounds
State to state, different cities, you know Geesy in your town
Thuggin' with my rounds even when I'm outta bounds
You ain't never in your section, they don't never see you 'round
Come through my section, you get laid the fuck down
We don't play around, boy, this not a playground
Choppa-choppa spin you 'round like a young James Brown
LA to VA, send the work to Jamestown
Ay, four, five phones and they all worth a meal ticket
Hit a nigga main bitch, so what? Deal wit' it
Niggas at home, Geesy? He be in the field wit' it
Fuck how you feel wit' it, Geesy worth a meal ticket
In the kitchen, still whippin'
Rich off of plaques, but the crack, it be still hittin'
This not the regular Maybach, it's a lil' different
Fuck a Hellcat, my whip worth a quarter meal ticket
Recline my seat back, get the head and I chill in it
Yeah, nigga
Laid back in the Maybach, nigga, gettin' head
Count bread
Yeah, nigga
My lil' bitch a CNA, fuck her with her scrubs on
And she got a BBL, tap out like the redbone
This is not a middle man, this the real plug song (D-Diego)
The feds might indict me, I hang out in the drug zone
All my niggas gangbangin', the set gettin' they thug on
Sip lean and bust chrome, that's the shit I condone
Violence what I promote, homicide and gun smoke
This ain't what you want, ho, today, you finna find out
Drugs and the choppas at a nigga baby mom house
Made bail and bond out, pulls up and hop out
Shoot him in the mouth, get a opp somethin' to talk 'bout
I ain't loud, and it's the quiet ones you gotta watch out
Talk loud, get socked out, up it and get chalked out
When I pop in, all the bad bitches gon' pop out
Pop that pussy for a real nigga, don't you stop now
If you ain't locked in, then yo' ass gettin' locked out
Hopped back in and a nigga still hot now
You ain't never been him and you still finna flop now
You don't fit up in the picture, then yo' ass gettin' cropped out
Geesy, what you on? Weighin' up dope in the crack house
Got a mansion, but I'll still kick it in the trap house
Fiends know my name, you can hit the hood and ask 'bout it
Headed to the bag, you know I'ma do the dash 'bout it
Playin' with the game law, boy, go and crash 'bout it
Know the three letters, and you know I'll whip your ass 'bout it
Know your bitch bad, then I probably got the ass out her
Came up out the hood and I went and built an empire
Damn, this shit cold, it's a glacier on my wrist
The brick go for double, it's inflation in this bitch
If he don't think I'm hard, it's 'cause he hatin' in this bitch
He mad I fucked her face while he was datin' this lil' bitch
Throw this money up, get to shakin' that lil' shit
Brand-new ARs with a laser on this bitch
Strip a nigga quick, get to takin' off his kit
Drug dealer, street niggas, I be in the mix
Yeah, I be all around, play with bricks and the pounds
State to state, different cities, you know Geesy in your town
Thuggin' with my rounds even when I'm outta bounds
You ain't never in your section, they don't never see you 'round
Come through my section, you get laid the fuck down
We don't play around, boy, this not a playground
Choppa-choppa spin you 'round like a young James Brown
LA to VA, send the work to Jamestown
Ay, four, five phones and they all worth a meal ticket
Hit a nigga main bitch, so what? Deal wit' it
Niggas at home, Geesy? He be in the field wit' it
Fuck how you feel wit' it, Geesy worth a meal ticket
In the kitchen, still whippin'
Rich off of plaques, but the crack, it be still hittin'
This not the regular Maybach, it's a lil' different
Fuck a Hellcat, my whip worth a quarter meal ticket
Recline my seat back, get the head and I chill in it
Yeah, nigga
Laid back in the Maybach, nigga, gettin' head
Count bread
Yeah, nigga
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.40] Loadin' up the choppa with my gloves on
[00:04.29] My lil' bitch a CNA, fuck her with her scrubs on
[00:06.66] And she got a BBL, tap out like the redbone
[00:09.06] This is not a middle man, this the real plug song (D-Diego)
[00:11.64] The feds might indict me, I hang out in the drug zone
[00:14.01] All my niggas gangbangin', the set gettin' they thug on
[00:16.77] Sip lean and bust chrome, that's the shit I condone
[00:18.72] Violence what I promote, homicide and gun smoke
[00:21.72] This ain't what you want, ho, today, you finna find out
[00:24.24] Drugs and the choppas at a nigga baby mom house
[00:26.54] Made bail and bond out, pulls up and hop out
[00:29.11] Shoot him in the mouth, get a opp somethin' to talk 'bout
[00:31.55] I ain't loud, and it's the quiet ones you gotta watch out
[00:33.58] Talk loud, get socked out, up it and get chalked out
[00:35.93] When I pop in, all the bad bitches gon' pop out
[00:38.36] Pop that pussy for a real nigga, don't you stop now
[00:40.75] If you ain't locked in, then yo' ass gettin' locked out
[00:43.09] Hopped back in and a nigga still hot now
[00:45.62] You ain't never been him and you still finna flop now
[00:48.16] You don't fit up in the picture, then yo' ass gettin' cropped out
[00:50.57] Geesy, what you on? Weighin' up dope in the crack house
[00:53.15] Got a mansion, but I'll still kick it in the trap house
[00:55.66] Fiends know my name, you can hit the hood and ask 'bout it
[00:57.90] Headed to the bag, you know I'ma do the dash 'bout it
[01:00.47] Playin' with the game law, boy, go and crash 'bout it
[01:02.63] Know the three letters, and you know I'll whip your ass 'bout it
[01:05.30] Know your bitch bad, then I probably got the ass out her
[01:07.87] Came up out the hood and I went and built an empire
[01:10.25] Damn, this shit cold, it's a glacier on my wrist
[01:12.42] The brick go for double, it's inflation in this bitch
[01:14.70] If he don't think I'm hard, it's 'cause he hatin' in this bitch
[01:17.25] He mad I fucked her face while he was datin' this lil' bitch
[01:19.81] Throw this money up, get to shakin' that lil' shit
[01:22.17] Brand-new ARs with a laser on this bitch
[01:24.71] Strip a nigga quick, get to takin' off his kit
[01:27.26] Drug dealer, street niggas, I be in the mix
[01:29.58] Yeah, I be all around, play with bricks and the pounds
[01:32.09] State to state, different cities, you know Geesy in your town
[01:34.47] Thuggin' with my rounds even when I'm outta bounds
[01:36.90] You ain't never in your section, they don't never see you 'round
[01:39.43] Come through my section, you get laid the fuck down
[01:41.91] We don't play around, boy, this not a playground
[01:44.11] Choppa-choppa spin you 'round like a young James Brown
[01:46.68] LA to VA, send the work to Jamestown
[01:49.10] Ay, four, five phones and they all worth a meal ticket
[01:51.85] Hit a nigga main bitch, so what? Deal wit' it
[01:54.25] Niggas at home, Geesy? He be in the field wit' it
[01:56.75] Fuck how you feel wit' it, Geesy worth a meal ticket
[01:59.15] In the kitchen, still whippin'
[02:00.58] Rich off of plaques, but the crack, it be still hittin'
[02:02.62] This not the regular Maybach, it's a lil' different
[02:05.32] Fuck a Hellcat, my whip worth a quarter meal ticket
[02:07.73] Recline my seat back, get the head and I chill in it
[02:10.48] Yeah, nigga
[02:11.83] Laid back in the Maybach, nigga, gettin' head
[02:14.70] Count bread
[02:16.72] Yeah, nigga
[02:17.64]
[00:04.29] My lil' bitch a CNA, fuck her with her scrubs on
[00:06.66] And she got a BBL, tap out like the redbone
[00:09.06] This is not a middle man, this the real plug song (D-Diego)
[00:11.64] The feds might indict me, I hang out in the drug zone
[00:14.01] All my niggas gangbangin', the set gettin' they thug on
[00:16.77] Sip lean and bust chrome, that's the shit I condone
[00:18.72] Violence what I promote, homicide and gun smoke
[00:21.72] This ain't what you want, ho, today, you finna find out
[00:24.24] Drugs and the choppas at a nigga baby mom house
[00:26.54] Made bail and bond out, pulls up and hop out
[00:29.11] Shoot him in the mouth, get a opp somethin' to talk 'bout
[00:31.55] I ain't loud, and it's the quiet ones you gotta watch out
[00:33.58] Talk loud, get socked out, up it and get chalked out
[00:35.93] When I pop in, all the bad bitches gon' pop out
[00:38.36] Pop that pussy for a real nigga, don't you stop now
[00:40.75] If you ain't locked in, then yo' ass gettin' locked out
[00:43.09] Hopped back in and a nigga still hot now
[00:45.62] You ain't never been him and you still finna flop now
[00:48.16] You don't fit up in the picture, then yo' ass gettin' cropped out
[00:50.57] Geesy, what you on? Weighin' up dope in the crack house
[00:53.15] Got a mansion, but I'll still kick it in the trap house
[00:55.66] Fiends know my name, you can hit the hood and ask 'bout it
[00:57.90] Headed to the bag, you know I'ma do the dash 'bout it
[01:00.47] Playin' with the game law, boy, go and crash 'bout it
[01:02.63] Know the three letters, and you know I'll whip your ass 'bout it
[01:05.30] Know your bitch bad, then I probably got the ass out her
[01:07.87] Came up out the hood and I went and built an empire
[01:10.25] Damn, this shit cold, it's a glacier on my wrist
[01:12.42] The brick go for double, it's inflation in this bitch
[01:14.70] If he don't think I'm hard, it's 'cause he hatin' in this bitch
[01:17.25] He mad I fucked her face while he was datin' this lil' bitch
[01:19.81] Throw this money up, get to shakin' that lil' shit
[01:22.17] Brand-new ARs with a laser on this bitch
[01:24.71] Strip a nigga quick, get to takin' off his kit
[01:27.26] Drug dealer, street niggas, I be in the mix
[01:29.58] Yeah, I be all around, play with bricks and the pounds
[01:32.09] State to state, different cities, you know Geesy in your town
[01:34.47] Thuggin' with my rounds even when I'm outta bounds
[01:36.90] You ain't never in your section, they don't never see you 'round
[01:39.43] Come through my section, you get laid the fuck down
[01:41.91] We don't play around, boy, this not a playground
[01:44.11] Choppa-choppa spin you 'round like a young James Brown
[01:46.68] LA to VA, send the work to Jamestown
[01:49.10] Ay, four, five phones and they all worth a meal ticket
[01:51.85] Hit a nigga main bitch, so what? Deal wit' it
[01:54.25] Niggas at home, Geesy? He be in the field wit' it
[01:56.75] Fuck how you feel wit' it, Geesy worth a meal ticket
[01:59.15] In the kitchen, still whippin'
[02:00.58] Rich off of plaques, but the crack, it be still hittin'
[02:02.62] This not the regular Maybach, it's a lil' different
[02:05.32] Fuck a Hellcat, my whip worth a quarter meal ticket
[02:07.73] Recline my seat back, get the head and I chill in it
[02:10.48] Yeah, nigga
[02:11.83] Laid back in the Maybach, nigga, gettin' head
[02:14.70] Count bread
[02:16.72] Yeah, nigga
[02:17.64]