Old Opps

(Spank on the beat) I'm still fresh out the Audi, yeah We still tryna catch bodies Y'all see shootin' is one of my hobbies His big OG got turned to exotic, uh I want a baby like Sada, uh She want a foreign like Favi' Yeah, I spent dope money on Prada And I cashed that ten K up in my Za's See, I was this close to catchin' a body I want it ASAP, feel like Rocky Lil' Nitti died and that shit shocked me They payin' bread 'cause they can't pop me Book me a flight, bitch, I'm goin' to Wafi Hit his up and now he coughin' Bitch, I got shooters so ain't no talkin' Bent out the whip and you better honk me We still on hot shit, ridin' whips, uh I know that you don't got a tint (let's go) He lucky he still with that bitch He know who he is, I'm givin' out hints Let's knock on the door, I'ma show you some shit I'm hot, you know I'll blow in this bitch Don't care 'bout your name, I'll throw out this bitch Yeah, Lil' Tutu coped and shit Since we naming opps, I got me a list So when he died, I know they was pissed Don't care who it is, we shoot up the whip I know the black truck and who up in this Say he in a ride and he with his bitch I told that bitch that we don't miss We hop out blastin', blow in this bitch Just ask Veeno how this shit get He know it get wild when we in the trenches He ain't die 'cause he kinda listen I still wanna slide, that shit be tempting We still locked in, I be in the trenches, uh I buy guns for Christmas, yeah I'm still sendin' money to prisons (let's go) I brought $30K to the hood to put it on niggas, so don't be a victim Bitch, I spent $20K on my pendant One opp died 'cause he didn't listen Don't go to Popeyes to eat that chicken His ass died 'cause he got biscuits Yo daughter keep talkin', that bitch'll be missin' I made it spark, it feel like Christmas He been a target, he don't get it Since he want a cap to touch his fitted, uh Pop out of cuts, remember We went on a hit, so nigga, that's chemistry, uh She was just sayin' she feelin' me Fuck her so good, her brother my enemy She like killers, she feelin' the energy We shootin' so don't catch a injury (let's go) I'm scoring, so niggas ain't benchin' me We killin' them niggas for thinkin' they dissin' Came back to the hood 'cause I know they miss me We bought a Drac', that bitch hold 60 He tryna ride, but he ain't wit' me I know I'm good with Bino wit' me How you gon' beg, ain't give me a penny? I drop the top when it get windy I lost control like my name Missy And I'm too raw for this shit really (really)