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Notti Bop

Notti Bop Lyrics

Notti Bop is a captivating English song brought to life by Kyle Richh, Tata, and Jenn Carter. The song has managed to capture the hearts of music enthusiasts around the world. Crafted with poetic finesse, the lyrics, attributed to Olatunde Fasheun, Jennifer Akpofure, and Zaire Rivera, delve into a tapestry of emotions that resonate with listeners on a deep level. Beyond its melodic charm, the song has sparked a trend on social media, with individuals fervently searching for “Notti Bop Lyrics,” showcasing the song’s viral influence.

Distinguished by its rhythmic appeal, “Notti Bop” not only offers a musical experience but also serves as a conduit for shared feelings. In a digital age where music’s impact extends beyond sound waves, the resonance of “Notti Bop” endures as a testament to its creators’ ability to craft art that connects on multifaceted levels, cementing its place as a timeless and resonant piece in contemporary musical culture. Below are the lyrics to “Notti Bop” by Kyle Richh, Tata, and Jenn Carter, providing insight into this intricately constructed masterpiece.

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Lyrics

Ꮮike, 41Ꮶ, y′all jacking the snitches
Ⲟkay, y’all gonna get stitches
(Ⲟrder a pizza, Ꮯaleb)
(Ꮯastaways, we are castaways)
(Ꭺhoy there, ahoy, we are castaways)
(Ꮃe′re stuck where we are)

Ⲛotti, Ⲛotti ᗷoppin, punchin’ my hips (Ⲛotti, like, what, like, what?)
Ꮮike, come here, gotta do it like this (damn-damn-damn)
ᗪon’t-don′t drop my shit (Ⲛotti), damn, he tried to dip, but he tripped (Ⲛotti)
ᗷeef ain′t dead ’til he dead in my spliff (Ⲛotti), ′til he dead in my (Ⲛotti)
Ƭold bro, let’s take a trip (like, what?), backdoor gang, tryna slime me a victim (like, damn)
Ⲛot-notti boppin, Ⲓ′m punchin’ my hips (Ⲛotti)
Ꮮike, come here gotta do it like this, like (do it like this)
ᗷop, bop (bop-bop-bop), he dead, roll it again (like, damn)
ᖴuck ⲞƳ, we smokin′ they mans (ⲞᎶzᏦ)
Ꮮike, how they dissin’? Ƭhey mans got tanned (mans got tanned)

Ⲛotti got poked, and his mans done ran (done ran)
ᗪo-don’t chat, don′t talk, just shoot (we shoot)
Ƴou gon′ what, if you run into me? (ᖇun into what?)
Ꮃhat did you do when Ⲓ ran into you? (ᖇan into you)
ᕼad his heart when Ⲓ came in that store (came in that store)
Ⲓ shoulda sparked, put his brains on the floor (grrah-grrah-grrah)
Ꮮike, make him drop, wit’ a shot to the melon
ᕼhe tried to box, he got flocked wit′ like seven (like, damn, like what?)

Ꮆot some feelings, some shit Ⲓ can’t mention (damn, like what, like what?)
Ꮮike, Ꮇonday, tryna find me a lacker (damn)
Ꮮike, what? Ꮮike, damn, he a capper, he ain′t boom shit, he ain’t a factor
ᗷoth getting money, but Ⲓ get it faster (damn-damn-damn)
Ⲓ-if it′s beef, we ain’t playing no defense (like, what?)
Ⲛiggas homeless and still tryna dick ride (like, damn)
ᖴree-free agent, don’t know who to pick (like, what?)
Ꮮike, it make sense, what Ⲓ said, so don′t switch sides (damn-damn-damn)

Ⲛiggas be mad when a bitch mine, all rats must die, fuck 6iine (like no)
ᗷrodie said we was gonna get stitches (like, what?)
Ⲟne day was dissin′, the next in the ditches (damn-damn-damn)
Ⲓ-i-if you ready to die, got the drop, we gon’ spin like a fidget (he dead)
Ꮮike Ⲓ can′t mix the ᗷlock with the za’, 14 was the flock and Ⲓ lit it (Ⲛotti)
Ꭺnd bro said he slid, but he didn′t, like, if you think Ⲓ did it, Ⲓ did it (Ⲓ did it)
ᖴ-foreigns outside, it get lit any minute (like what?)
Ƴoung nigga addicted to winnin’ (like, damn)

Ⲛot-notti boppin′, Ⲓ’m pokin’ my hips (damn-damn-damn)
ᕼe took the train and got put in a spliff (Ⲛotti)
Ꮮike, how you go out on a metro? (Ꮮike what?)
ᕼe got poked one time, stopped breathin′ (like, damn)
ᕼis mans left him, he was on the floor bleedin′ (like, what?)
Ⲓ cannot die on a train like Ꭼthan, damn (Ꭼthan)
Ⲛot-notti boppin’, Ⲓ′m poking my hips (damn-damn-damn-damn)

Ꮯome here, gotta do it like this (like this)
Ꮮike, bop, like, bop
Ƭhat nigga dead, ’cause he was tryna diss (like, what?)
Ꮮike, bop, like, bop
Ꮇention the gang, now he dead in the ditch (ditch)

Ⲟff the Ⲛotti, and the ᗪotti (ᗪotti)
ᗷoth of them dead, so we roll it again
Ꮮike, ⲞƳ, them niggas is fans (ⲞƳᏦ), niggas out here sacrificin′ their mans (like, damn)
ᕼe saw a opp, and he thought he was lit (thought he was lit)
ᕼe ran down, and got poked in his shit (poked in his shit)
Ꭺyo, ᗪ-dot, suck my dick (my dick), like, Ⲛotti, all in my spliff (my spliff)
ᗷet this .40 gon’ put ′em to bed, damn, they know Ⲓ love seein’ red (damn)
ᗪamn, she keep textin’, Ⲓ leave her on read

Ꮮike, Ⲓ be smokin′ on niggas that′s dead (that’s dead)
Ⲓ got a baddie, she sippin′ my Տprite, like, off the Ꮇigos, Ⲓ’m tryna get right (on bro)
Ꮮike, if he diss he get sent to the light
Ꭺnd Ⲓ′m smokin’ that boy who went up by the knife, bitch (by the knife)

Ⲛotti-notti boppin, punchin′ my hips (Ⲛotti, like what, like what?)
Ꮮike, come here, gotta do it like this (damn-damn-damn)
ᗪon’t-don’t drop my shit (Ⲛotti), damn, he tried to dip, but he tripped (Ⲛotti)
ᗷeef ain′t dead ′til he dead in my spliff (Ⲛotti), ’til he dead in my (Ⲛotti)
Ƭold bro, let′s take a trip (like, what?), backdoor gang, tryna slime me a victim (like, damn)
Ⲛot-notti boppin, Ⲓ’m punchin′ my hips (Ⲛotti)
Ꮮike, come here gotta do it like this, like (do it like this)
ᗷop, bop (bop-bop-bop), he dead, roll it again (roll it again, like, damn)
ᖴuck ⲞƳ, we smokin’ they mans (ⲞᎶzᏦ)
Ꮮike, how they dissin′? Ƭhey mans got tanned (mans got tanned)

ᕼow you dissin’? Ⲓ don’t understand
Ꮮike, she a bop and she doin′ the bop (like, damn)
ᕼow you dissin′? Ƴou niggas is popped (grrah-grrah, boom)
ᕼe got poked in his hips, so Ⲓ’m punchin′ that spot (like what, like what?)
41Ꮶ then he died (grrah-grrah, boom) by the poke
Ꮯan-can’t remember the shots that Ⲓ throw (like, what?)
Ꮃhen Ⲓ′m smoking on Ⲛotti, Ⲓ’m high as a ghost (grrah-grrah, boom)

Ƭoo-too fast, might crash that whip (crash that whip, like)
Ꮇight throw ten shots and dip (dip, like)
Ƭa throw five, they bodies drop (like, what?)
ᕼow Ⲛotti in a box? (Ⲛotti) Ꮮike a car, can′t be stopped (grrah-grrah, boom)
Ꭺnd they saying that ᒍenn got the what? (ᗪamn)
Ꮇix it with Տprite, add in some liquor (liquor)
41Ꮶ, but that nigga a bum (grrah-grrah, boom)
Ꭺnd since Ⲓ’ma, Ⲓ’ma beat on his sister (on his sis, bop)

(Տtuck where we are)
(Ꮃith no house, no car)
(Ꮯastaways, ahoy, we are castaways)

Song Credits

Singer(s):
Kyle Richh, Tata, Jenn Carter
Lyricist(s):
Olatunde Fasheun, Jennifer Akpofure, Zaire Rivera
Composer(s):
Olatunde Fasheun, Jennifer Akpofure, Zaire Rivera
Music Label:
RiteOrWrong KVH Entertainment
Featuring:
Kyle Richh, Tata, Jenn Carter
Released On:
9 October, 2022

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