Ask the Opps

Yeah

Too many diamonds on my neck, they gon' want us, baby

How you fuckin' with that **** with no funds, baby?

Got hella shit and hella sticks and hella Johns, baby

Counting up these bands till a **** got no thumbs, baby

That **** say her ever stripped me, that is not facts

RBE bitch, and I'm the top hat

And once lil' Brody hit your top, can't get your top back

Strip you for your Glock, can't get your Glock back

Them other **** gon' go bad, but this is not that

****, I just speak my mind, I do not rap

A **** almost went broke, but I got back

How they slid? You had a gun and you ain't pop that?

I know I got your bitch addicted, but this is not crack

Hit him from a distance with this beam and watch him drop back

I'ma thug ****, so I only fuck with thug ****

You ain't put nobody on that strap then I can't fuck with you

Gotta watch closely how I move, heard the feds on me

Probably woulda though I was bool, all this red on me

I got all these blue bands, that was just some pants money

A band, that's a slap a **** with it in my hand money

You can ask the opps, they know how we comin'

Thirty in the Glock, I ain't missing nothin'

You know I got sticks in this bitch like I'm drummin'

Hit it from the front and put this dick up in her stomach

**** still hidin', **** went runnin'

Young **** grindin', turned nothin' into somethin'

Know I like a bad bitch, but I love a real woman

She hate it when I'm gone, but I gotta get this money

Fat chains on my neck, I'd die about it

Still got the heat and I'm 'bout it

In the Range, how I hit it make me all about it

Lil' **** come through in that whip and we gon' beat it up

**** want a hook for ten bands, that ain't gon' be enough

Lil' bro, I'll take that chain up off your neck, you better keep it tucked

You was makin' love to the bitch, I just beat it up

Uh, I'm a young **** with a bankroll

Police on my line, I had to lay low

Ain't no purple or no red, then I can't pour

Had to put the cup down, I ain't drunk so many Faygos

You know I got lawyers for that case till that case close

Glizzy hit lil' Brody in his face, now his face gone

****, why you cuffin' on that bitch? You know that ain't yours

Got some jewelers that'll jewel me right now if I say so

Too many diamonds on my neck, they gon' want us, baby

How you fuckin' with that **** with no funds, baby?

Got hella shit and hella sticks and hella Johns, baby

Counting up these bands till a **** got no thumbs, baby

You can ask the opps, they know how we comin'

Thirty in the Glock, I ain't missing nothin'

You know I got sticks in this bitch like I'm drummin'

Hit it from the front and put this dick up in her stomach