Otipap - Just Sum Light lyrics

[Verse 1: Otipap] One shot, all I need k**ing these gay n***as, Omar Mateen yeah Goin' in, goin' ham Shoot you in the head like "bluh-blam" damn We strapped up, get capped up f** a b**h i'm never wrapped up This Glock, i carry, don't block a punch I parry My team, on steam, playing games while we sipping lean We smoke, that green, pop a n***a then i leave the scene Rob banks, get cash, cream inside a b**h when i smash Every single day you know im getting that money b**hes hopping on my dick call them bugs bunny Man im trapping all the time you can't handle the heat Jit got caught number 1 so get off my streets Man this flow so greasy my b**hes they freaky Sipping on that water and its only fiji Im rapping to this beat and its line by line You b**h drinking on my cum almost all the time Now i have to go and that sh** was easy Lemme pa** this sh** to my boy named ceezy [Verse 2: Ceezy] Its eazy, im ceezy You n***as wanna be me Get right, all night, sipping dirty sprite I really got a Glock, you think you hot you not A rollie i just bought, im always on the spot I get the ball i pa**, im always eating a** [Verse 3: J.G.G] Im always getting cash, dyke b**hes all i smash JG im on this beat, she came she s** i skeet The green is all i need, pull up she beat my meat Can't touch me, she rub me, all bad b**hes love me She want no dick just money, she think this game be funny I get plus 4 like uno [Verse 4: Ceezy] Im back in this yeah you know These b**hes got no mulo She pregnant like she juno Im out here hitting licks She my girl and she thick I dont f** with phonies These streets they call me bony Im dominican, im brown like cinnamon [Verse 5: J.G.G] Apple jacks, cinnamon, k**ing n***as, like 21 Shot them with, the mini gun, k** them all off, by 1 by 1 Jay-Y he on some, Jay-Y he want none [Verse 6: Jay-Y] Sitting on this beat im always packing heat RIP my n***a harambe he's a god to me Take my girl out for some dinner When we get home she gon' f** something bigger Thriller, filler, pull, the trigger, bands, b**hes and platano Im a dominican n***a Platano power, money every hour Bands in my hands every time i hit this dance These hoes on my D you dont wanna f** with me, we Pull up with my team, watch me hit this three Lost in the sauce, n***as know im the boss Call me rick ross, b**h