New Opps

Yeah

Fuck how you feelin', I'm feelin' great

Only pray for the real, hope they kill the fake

How he come from the bottom and wheel his weight

I just walked through the back and I'm feelin' safe

Gotta smoke 'cause these women be stressin' me

All the talkin' ain't never offendin' me

Makin' hunnids roll up like the pedigree

They be wishin' it was 'em instead of me

Fuck you want me to do? Bitch, I work for it

To be gifted, you live with a curse for it

Problems I can't got to church for

So I don't got time for no hurt, ho

But I carry the team, I got backpacks

City boys, you wan' fuck up the accent

Makin' candy, put sweet in my black paint

And this EV it don't got no gas tank

Too many shooters

Racks in the shoe box

Gotta make two stops

I got some new opps

Out in the nighttime

I want the blue dot

Out on the Westside

Feel like the new Pac

Fucked the bitch, got the burner on me

Think I see the police in my backyard

Muhfuckers, be lurkin' on me

Brand new spot on these **** when the cash grow

Brand new spot and I stepped on the gas, ho

Twenty O for the merch in a good week

It gon' fuck with your head but we don't speak