Aggy M - Oops!

Man look, I was never one to pop shit and book
You said it's straight hands, but you still ran shook
Nigga took flight on sight, how you look?
Keep my shit low, I ain't tryna' get booked
Turn your brain into gook, feed it to a stray dog
Hit you with the right hook, run a train on your dawg-
Oops! I mean your bitch!
Press my dick on her dick-sucking lips
Make the pussy ooze when the tip rub her clit
I don't give a shit
Tryna' pop slick, I'll flame you like a bic
You heard what I said, respect your jaw
Don't jack beef then hide behind the law man
I'm on the rise, who the fuck gon' stop me?
I speak my mind, who the fuck gon' pop me?
Niggas tryna' link, but they looking real sloppy
Aggressive Mell, who the fuck gon' top me?
I'm rolling up spliff longer than my - what?
I'm tryna' fuck, bitch running from the - tuh!
She get wet when she play with my hang-time
She want me to pull hers at the same time
Game time, never waste no time
When I hit shorty phone up, you know it's play time
She fronting like she ain't freaky on FaceTime
She start shaking when we nut at the same time
I guess I got it like that
My demons pressing me, man I gotta fight back
So pardon me if I come off as a jackass
I just wanna shove my face in a fat-ass
I'm outside, uptown come find me
106th, 137th, come line me
I ain't scared, I ain't frail, just try me
Spit reckless, don't be shook when they sign me, shit

Man I just go with the flow
I know that I'm different, you hoes will be hoes
But when hoes turn to foes, man you know how it goes
I get up and go and I don't say hello
So don't get too close, don't get popped in your nose
I put in that work from opening to close
And I'm on my own time, ain't no clocking me
And I'm running shit now like I gotta shit now
And I'm shitting it out, bitch open your mouth
Don't talk with your mouth full, bitch, don't run your mouth
I said, less talking shit bitch, eat my shit bitch
I be on my flip-shit, I be so malicious
Nobody ever check on me to see if I'm alright
Nobody looked for me in years to see if I'm alive
Well fuck it, that's life
You know what that's like
I see you lurking in the dark with no flashlight
Now I'm grinding for my stash like there's money missing
Run my fucking money pussy, fuck a competition
You can't compete if you cheat to get to the top
Don't compare yourself to me, I ain't no fucking flop
I flip, you flop, like you ducking from the cops
But I couldn't care less, I'm just getting to this guap
I moved out of Franklin lil' bitch, don't be stalking me
Ben Franklin's back from the dead & he's calling me

Written by:
Aidan Mella

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