Roll a opp

How did you know? It's what I always wanted? Could never've too many of these (TeezyOnTheBoards) Sinn Yeah, roll an opp Ooh, yeah, uh, drop his top Back up, huh, yeah, we ridin', now we on they block Frrt, yeah, ha, yeah, automatic Glock Yeah, we finna burn a hotbox Yeah, just bust it down, you ain't even gotta set the watch Yeah, ha, yeah, we got a getaway driver (skrr, skrr, skrr) Ha, yeah, it wasn't no beat on his vitals (brr, blick) Yeah, hurr, your bitch givin' me mouthy I woke up hyper, I ain't drink coffee Yeah, the spinners with me get rowdy A touch of the button when the club crowded Six sticks in a dually truck mounted Every single spin stay accounted Bro, pass me the Wock', I'ma down it Yeah, he mad 'cause his bitch got pounded Yeah, yeah, watch how I Swiss cheese the party Yeah, yeah, broomstick hangin' out the 40 Yeah, I'm up top, rollin' up my opps, he get smoked out the Bob Marley Them bodies'll never be uncharted Uh, yeah, don't run, yeah, my gun get to dartin' Yeah, my hood site, walk the strip 20 deep, like we fuckin' marchin' Yeah, yeah, uh, watch how I dance on a sergeant Lift him up, huh, yeah, yeah, your soul can be pardoned Huh, yeah Yeah, roll an opp Ooh, yeah, uh, drop his top Back up, huh, yeah, we ridin', now we on they block Frrt, yeah, ha, yeah, automatic Glock Yeah, we finna burn a hotbox Yeah, just bust it down, you ain't even gotta set the watch Yeah, ha, yeah, we got a getaway driver (skrr, skrr, skrr) Ha, yeah, it wasn't no beat on his vitals Yeah (21), woah (21) I got a drum on the rifle (21) My money tall like Eiffel (21) You ain't no stepper, you let 'em hype you Shit bag, give his ass a diaper (pussy) 35-hundred got him gone (yeah) He got shanked by a lifer (21) Put your bitch up 'fore I snipe her You know she an eater, why you wife her? I put a switch on my Glock Fight with my bitch, take it out on the opps Send me the drop, spin a nigga block Hit him in his top (pussy), pussy Everybody know what I claim Last nigga dissed me got left slain These niggas talk too much, Charlamagne Million-dollar watch, but the shit still plain (on God) We roll 'em up in a spliffy (21) Got what's-his-name hit with the blicky (21) Wish I could say who I'm smokin', but honestly, never mind, it got too sticky (shh) My niggas stiff in a jiffy (on God) She ain't my bitch, she a quickie (on God) I was gon' pull up on her, but I went, got a room 'cause she start actin' iffy (21) Yeah, roll an opp Ooh, yeah, uh, drop his top Back up, huh, yeah, we ridin', now we on they block Frrt, yeah, ha, yeah, automatic Glock Yeah, we finna burn a hotbox Yeah, just bust it down, you ain't even gotta set the watch Yeah, ha, yeah, we got a getaway driver (skrr, skrr, skrr) Ha, yeah, it wasn't no beat on his vitals Will you quit kicking me under the table? I'm trying, will somebody make her shut up about it? Can we settle down please?