Letra de Cropped Out - OhGeesy

Loadin' up the chopper with my gloves on

My lil' bitch a CNA, fuck her with her scrubs on

And she got a BBL, type I like to rub on

This is not a middleman, 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 choppers 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 your 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 your 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 nigga, 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 out of 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

Chopper spin you 'round like a young James Brown

LA to VA, send the work to Jamestown

Ayy, four, five phones and they all worth a meal ticket

Hit a nigga main bitch, so what? Deal with 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

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