41 Bop lyrics

[Intro: Kyle Richh]
(KayArchon)
Grrah, grrah, grrah

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Walk down gang, we gon' leave him to pieces (Grrah, like, what?)
Spot a opp, I might up it and fire (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Pass me the Jiggy ,I'm tryna get higher (Like, what? Like, what?)
Put a O in his face, he's a tire (Grrah)
Three deep, I'm with Jenny and Miah (Yeah, gang)
Opp thot, she get hit through the wig (Like, what?)
Like, I'ma up, I don't need an assist (Like, huh?)
Big EBK, like, I did what I did (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, no
Where he go? (Where he go?)
Don't run, red beam on his throat (Like what?)
And the sh*t that I tote can't fit in my coat (Can't fit in my coat)
B—Big gun, it can't fit in my sweater (Grrah, grrah)
On that scene, .30s in leathеr (Grrah, grrah)
She a thot, she on top with her lеgs up (Grrah, grrah)
I'm a demon on court, I'ma threat (Like, what? Like, what?)
Suck my di*k, EK, you next (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Grrah, she a thot, 41 boppin'
Oh my God, what happened to Wait? (Grrah, grrah)
How you tough, you don't do what you claim (Claim)
He not a 'ooter, he don't put in pain (Pain, grrah, grrah, grrah)
How you tough, too deep, and you copped it (Like, what? Like, what?)
I was 13 with a switch in my pocket (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
She a freak, so I beat up the box (Like, what? Like, what?)
Like, she get nasty, she know how to slop (Grrah)
[Verse 2: Tata]
How you tryna be something you not? (You not)
And I'm big EOS n*gga, every opp shot (Every opp shot)
Like a package, put 'em in a box (In a box)
And they call me Dwyane 'cause I'm nice with the rock
Me and Mellz too deep, two beams, two knocks (Grrah, grrah)
In the V gettin' deady off 'Dot (He dead)
Ain't no case, and yeah I did a lot
They gon' think ima janitor I came wit' a mop (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
He ain't tough when his back is a battery (On bro)
Yeah these n*ggas be livin' in fantasies (What?)
These n*ggas not really outside, put the beam to his face, he gotta face reality (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Don't run
Where he go?
He gon' get shot if he throw up a O
Everything deady, yeah, everybody know (On bro), and he look like a clown, red beam on his nose (On bro, on bro)
Don't run
Don't trip (Don't trip), Mr. Everything Deady walkin' through they sh*t (Don't run, don't run)
Oh, they mad, 'cause they mans in a spliff? (Grrah, grrah)
All of the opp n*ggas suck my di*k (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Grrah, wassup
Then it's lit
Suck my di*k Lefty, you a b*tch (On bro)
Spinnin' through Courtland, I'm bumpin' my sh*t (Brr)
If he throw up a O then somebody get hit (Grrah, grrah, woo)
[Verse 3: Jenn Carter]
She a thotty, she bittin' the sheet (What? Damn)
He tried to run but I already peep (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Runnin' and dumpin', he think it's a dream
I can not f*ck if that b*tch is a keet (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Send a choppa it's hittin' his spleen (Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
Bullets are nice, so they makin' him lean (Like, what?), grrah
Now that dummy asleep (Grrah, grrah)
Ballin' on court, 41 is a team (Grrah, grrah, boom)
She tryna pull up, she don't need a license (Like, damn)
I said, "Dotty is punchin' like Tyson"
Spin in the morning I see the horizon (Horizon)
Like, I'm a sun 'cause the demon is rising (rising, boom)
And the bullets can never be rising (Grrah, grrah)
Spin in a V, I don't care 'bout a permit (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Said that boy, he got washed, detergent (Grrah)
Like, if I get me a dono, I earned it (Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
I'm a dolo, like I am a threat (Grrah)
And the beam is a chain like it stay on his chest (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
I get bigger, don't get me upset (Grrah)
And these n*ggas is mad they can't run up a check (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
In the field, I'm playin' soccer (Soccer)
She a baddie she tote on the knocker (The knocker)
He tried to run, he get turned into grabba (Like, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, on the scene make it hot, like lava
[Verse 4: Dee Billz]
Tata, 41 bop in this sh*t (41 bop)
Movin' iffy, I'm rockin' this sh*t (I'm rockin this—)
Runnin' plays like Popovich (Like what? Like, what?)
Shawty, she poppin' and lockin' it like (Grrah Grrah Grrah)
And the pus*y, I'm beatin' it up (I'm beatin' it up)
And the di*k, know she eatin' it up (She eatin' it up)
Tinted the V, can't see me in the truck (Can't see me in the what?)
Lato got the lotto', he readin' it up, like, damn (Readin', readin' it up)
Hold on, swear that I'll click (Swear that I'll click, like, damn)
KR, put the gun in her—, what? (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
They repo'd, then we knucklin' up (Like what)
Bro hop out, controllin' the cut, like— (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Two step, leanin' off the lean (Off the lean)
Damn, I got a knock wit' a beam (Wit' a beam)
I just been waitin', I'm itchin' to creep (Itchin' to creep)
You feelin' froggy, n*gga, better leap
Like woah, told bro, "Dump that pole" (Grrah, grrah)
Run up on me, I up that pole (Grrah, grrah)
And his bro got turned to a ghost (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
She a baddie, the di*k in her throat
Drop down window (Grrah, grrah) click and click and click (Grrah)
Ima just click till it's empty (Go, go)
And she in the back of the renty (Like what, like, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
You not my b*tch, I just f*ck off the Henny

[Verse 5: Dee Billz & Jay Gelato]
I called up Jay, told bro, "We slidin'" (Like, what?)
Where they at? Man, these n*ggas is hidin' (Where they at?)
f*ck that, spin back, rewind it (Like, what?)
Who that? I spot 'em (Grrah, grrah, damn, damn)
So I got 'em
And I drop 'em (Like, grrah)
On court, John Stockton (Keep playin', b*tch)
Keep clickin' (Grrah)
Keep flockin' (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
You a dub, man, this sh*t not a option

[Verse 6: Jay Gelato]
Like
Lato, he be totin' on the grip (Like, what?)
Drop that body-ody to the floor, like
Lato done came through the door (Gang, gang)
40 start bangin', let a n*gga know like (Like, damn, damn)
Like no, baby, lettin' it rip (Like, what?)
Told Lilo, he need a stitch (Damn, damn)
Toe-9tag gang out the whip
Boy think he drippin, if I see bullets, make 'em trip (Grrah, grrah)
Off the 'Migos, she fiendin' for hell (What?)
Off the Yerky, she holdin' it down (Holdin' it down, grrah)
Lil' baby wanna be down (Wanna be down)
Lato the barber, the king of the town (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Bro go toss, V flip (V flip)
D told ross, bully Rick (Grrah)
Got a baddie totin' on a stick (Grrah, grrah)
Nike keep tickin', tick it, I'ma click (Tote on what?)
Said I hope, "Yeah, these n*ggas not slick"
He don't know, hear Lato, make him hit (Grrah, grrah)
Shh, sh*t, sit on my hip (Grrah)
Know that shawty-awty got a kick (Grrah)
Up an O, put an O in this steam (O in this what?)
Why these lil' n*ggas steppin' for me? (Grrah, grrah)
I'm just gon' put 'em to sleep
Lato cuckoo with the ru', you get hit in your sleep (Grrah)
Jump a n*gga's pants, pull them by the seam (Like)
His reaction when we in the scene, damn (Grrah)
Slap that up, I make it bleed, damn (Damn)
Muddy off Molly, I'm T, damn (Grrah, grrah)
You my dog, hang out the V (Grrah, grrah)
Puff a 'Y, he dug, ain't no heat (Grrah)
I might spin in a Bimmer wit' P (Grrah)
f*ck her up, put her dead on his tee (Grrah)

[Verse 7: Miah Kenzo]
Mask on, but it's not for the virus
Boppin' a b*tch, make her see the horizon (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Tough on the net, I'ma slide when they typin'
Stevie Wonder, I shoot with no guidance (Grrah, grrah)
Bodies on bodies, sh*t f*ck up my focus
Everything dead once the demon has spoken (Has spoken, like, damn)
It's some b*tches that's gon' meet they maker (Grrah)
Backed out my 9, and she backed out a taser (Backed out a taser)
Drop the addy, I spin til' I'm dizzy
Not letting up nothing, I'm staying on 50 (I'm staying on 50)
What's the point being somethin' you not
Catch a opp b*tch in person, opp person get shot (Like, damn)
Know some b*tches get right in the trap
Opp n*ggas drilled, and we know that's a fact (We know that's a fact)
Like, she was beefing, now she in a pack (Grrah)
Now he dead, miss his deady, y'all won't get him back (Dotty)
'Bout my brothers, I'll bury a block (Grrah)
Just to f*ck everybody (Grrah), it's everyone shot (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, ain't no love, we was sliming and sh*t (On bro)
If it's up and its lit, come and slide with a b*tch (Come and slide with a pole)
Like, never lackin', attached to my grip (Like, damn)
Gotta watch who around me, they want me to slip (Like, damn, like—)
Everything dead, know your mans in a spliff (Like, damn)
And my n*ggas is here, that's why I never trip (Like, damn, like, damn)
How the f*ck ya mans turn to a opp? (Opp)
Cause y'all b*tches is funny, I stay on my block (My block)
EBK baby, don't care who get shot (Get shot)
b*tches sayin' it's up, but they know that it's not, b*tch

[Outro: Miah Kenzo]
Top two, and I'm not two, b*tch
At me
Everything dead, all the opps is shot
Dotty dead