Notti Bop Lyrics – Kyle Richh

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Notti Bop is a Latest English Rap Song by Kyle Richh. Notti Bop Song Lyrics Are Penned by Kyle Rich, Jenn Carter & Tata While Music is Produced by Cotton Candy Caleb. Official Music Video is Released on Official Channel “Kyle Richh“.

Notti Bop Lyrics

[Intro: Notti Osama & Backyardigans]
Like, 41K, y’all jacking the snitches
Okay, y’all gonna get stitches
(Order a pizza, Caleb)
Castaways, we are castaways
Ahoy there, ahoy, we are castaways
We’re stuck where we are

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Notti—Notti Boppin, punchin’ my hips (Notti, like, what, like, what?)
Like, come here, gotta do it like this (Damn-damn-damn)
Don’t—don’t drop my sh!t (Notti), damn, he tried to dip but he tripped (Notti)
Beef ain’t dead ’til he dead in my spliff (Notti), ’til he dead in my—(Notti)
Told bro, “Let’s take a trip” (Like, what?), backdoor gang, tryna slime me a victim (Like, damn)

Not—Notti boppin, I’m punchin’ my hips (Notti)
Like, come here gotta do it like this, like (Do it like this)
Bop, bop (Bop-bop-bop), he dead, roll it again (Like, damn)
fu*k OY, we smokin’ they mans (OGzK)
Like, how they dissin’? They mans got tanned (Mans got tanned)

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Notti got poked, and his mans done ran (Done ran), d-don’t try, don’t talk, just shoot (We shoot)
You gon’ what, if you run into me? (Run into what?) What did you do when I ran into you? (Ran into you)
Hollows fly when I came in that store (Came in that store), I shot his skull, put his brains on that floor (Grrah-grrah-grrah)

Like, make him drop, wit’ a shot to the melon, he tried to box, he got flocked wit’ like seven (Like, damn, like what?)
Got some feelings, some sh!t I can’t mention (Damn, like what, like what?)
Like, Monday, tryna find me a lacker (Damn)
Like, what? Like, damn, he a capper, he ain’t boom sh!t, he ain’t a factor
Both getting money, but I get it faster (Damn-damn-damn)
I—If it’s beef, we ain’t playing no defense (Like, what?)
n!ggas homeless and still tryna d!ck ride (Like, damn)
F—Free agent, don’t know who to pick (Like, what?)

Like, it make sense, what I said, so don’t switch sides (Damn-damn-damn)
n!ggas be mad when a b!tch mine (Like, damn), a-all rats must die, fu*k 6ix9ine (Like no)
Brodie said we was gonna get stitches (Like, what?), one day was dissin’, the next in the ditches (Damn-damn-damn)
I—I—If you ready to die, got the drop, we gon’ spin like a fidget (He dead)
Like I can’t mix the Block with the za’, 4.2 was the flock and I lit it (Notti)
And bro said he slid, but he didn’t, like, if you think I did it, I did it (I did it)
F-Foreigns outside, it get lit any minute (Like what?)
Young n!gga addicted to winnin’ (Like, damn)

[Verse 2: TaTa & Kyle Richh]
Not—Notti boppin’, I’m pokin’ my hips (Damn-damn-damn)
He took the train and got put in a spliff (Notti)
Like, how you go out on a metro? (Like what?)
He got poked one time, stopped breathin’ (Like, damn), his mans left him, he was on the floor bleedin’ (Like, what?)
I cannot die on a train like Ethan, damn (Ethan)

Not—Notti boppin’, I’m poking my hips (Damn-damn-damn-damn)
Come here gotta do it like this (Like this)
Like, bop, like, bop
That n!gga dead, ’cause he was tryna diss (Like, what?)
Like, bop, like, bop
Mention the gang, now he dead in the ditch (Ditch)
Off the Notti, and the Dotti (Dotti)
Both of them dead, so we roll it again

Like, OY, them n!ggas is fans (OYK), n!ggas out here sacrificin’ their mans (Like, damn)
He saw a opp and he thought he was lit (Thought he was lit)
He ran down, and got poked in his sh!t (Poked in his sh!t)
Ayo, DDot, suck my d!ck (My d!ck), like, Notti, all in my spliff (My spliff)
Bet this 40 gon’ put em to bed, damn, they know I love seein’ red (Damn)
Damn, she keep textin’, I leave her on read, like, I be smokin’ on n!ggas that’s dead (That’s dead)
I got a baddie, she sippin’ my sprite, like, off the Migos, I’m tryna get right (On bro)
Like, if he diss he get sent to the light, and I’m smokin’ that boy who went up by the knife, b!tch (By the knife)

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Notti—Notti Boppin, punchin’ my hips (Notti, like what, like what?)
Like, come here, gotta do it like this (Damn-damn-damn)
Don’t—don’t drop my sh!t (Notti), damn, he tried to dip but he tripped (Notti)
Beef ain’t dead ’til he dead in my spliff (Notti), ’til he dead in my— (Notti)

Told bro, “Let’s take a trip” (Like, what?), backdoor gang, tryna slime me a victim (Like, damn)
Not—Notti boppin, I’m punchin’ my hips (Notti)
Like, come here gotta do it like this, like (Do it like this)
Bop, bop (Bop-bop-bop), he dead, roll it again (Roll it again, like, damn)
fu*k OY, we smokin’ they mans (OGzK)
Like, how they dissin’? They mans got tanned (Mans got tanned)

[Verse 3: Jenn Carter]
How you dissin’? I don’t understand Like, she a bop and she doin’ the bop (Like, damn)
How you dissin’? You n!ggas is popped (Grrah-grrah, boom), he got poked in his hips, so I’m punchin’ that spot (Like what, like what?)
41K then he died (Grrah-grrah, boom) by the poke, can-can’t remember the shots that I throw (Like, what?)

When I’m smoking on Notti, I’m high as a ghost (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Too-too fast, might crash that whip (Crash that whip, like)
Might throw ten shots and dip (Dip, like), Ta throw five, they bodies drop (Like, what?)
How Notti in a box? (Notti) Like a car, can’t be stopped (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And they saying that Jenn got the what? (Damn), Mix it with Sprite, add in some liquor (Liquor)
41K, but that n!gga a bum (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And since I’m a-, I’ma beat on his sister (On his sis, bop)

Song Information

Song Notti Bop
Singer Kyle Richh
Lyrics By Kyle Rich, Jenn Carter & Tata
Produced By Cotton Candy Caleb
Genre Rap
Release Date 7 October, 2022

Music Video

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