Fuck the opps man, we the Opps, man yeah

17-19, ****

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Let's go

Why the hell these **** wanna beef

Why the hell these **** in the street

Why the hell these **** cop plea

Cop pleas

Huh

When the hell he got like that

Like that

Spin me, I'ma spin right back

Don't try to run, you get hit in the back

Boom Boom

**** let's do it

These **** ain't got no money

They don't

These **** be sweet like honey

Okay

Up With The Blick, fuck, boy get the runnin

On god on god

**** let's do it

Me and lil twin might sike out and shoot up the party

Rockstar bitch in the room she goin to crazy She gave us some head it was narly

Okay, let's do it

These **** keep talkin' bout Stain

Oh god

How the Fuck you, Sent dem shots and aint hit nun

Lil **** just work on your aim

But It ain't the same for me

If I send some shot point blank

I'ma shoot at your brain

Got a double Cup, Wocky I'm sippin' on Drank i

Keep poppin' these percs, cas they clearing my brain

Why the hell these **** wanna beef

I don't know

Why the hell these **** in the street

Like why

Why the hell these **** cop pleas

I don't know

When the hell he got like that

I don't know

Spin me, I'ma spin right back

Don't try to run, you get hit in the back

Ricky

Might call up

Shh

He slang, ten mil

My momma keep tellin' me stop takin' pills

I tell her I can't, that's the way that I live

That's the way that I live

Uh

Uh

That's the way that I live

Way that I live

Uh

That's the way that I live

Way that I live

When I catch me a opp , send shots like the Buffalo Bills

Bills

When i catch lil aaron send shots show him, how this shit feel

He dead

Fuck a leg shot, little bitch tryna shoot at your head

It's fitted

Now his momma cryin' on da net, cause the bitch boy dead

We rolled him

Still at the same store, ****, I ain't never gon' leave

I ain't never gon' leave

If you need Some Za Lil bitch, come pull up on me

That's Zy-Zy-Zy-Zy

Got a bag of white Runtz and I got a lil bag of four three

Brr-brr-brr-brr

Dev2fwagoo a, bitch, Tell him stop coppin Pleas

Yea that boy is a bitch

I'm on rosland outside tryna catch me a hat

Come outside

I'm on Brown Street tryna get a fuck, ****, wacked

Come outside

Come here

Come here, uh-uh, uh-uh

Don't run

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Uh, F for the opps, man, we the opps

Yeah, yeah, let's go

Mm, mm, mm

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