Dead Opps

Steppin in fashion them bodies a passion and

Tre when i catch you its gon be a killin

If i see you in traffic im blowing my gun

I dont care bout the laws if they give ma a sentence

I talked to the devil theres so much i did and

I can't even speak on the shit that i witnessed

I got low cocked back sent shots make sure that my opp **** finished

Damn i been doing this shit for a minute smoke me a opp

Then go smoke in the kitchen

I got some opps that ain't dead but i sweear

When i catch em they ass gon get put over

Fo i walk outta the house grab a pack and my Glock

And im trynna see where its gonna fit at

They just jumped off the porch GGO been that

Trynna catch up with 6 where he been at

I got the drop on the opps finna been that

If nothin drop then ima spin back

Im havin racks of the rappin

I get it and spend that

These **** broke in they feelings

I am the trap gone jump to the ceiling

Yeah I got way off topic we back to the killoig

These **** ain't even drilling

Better go check on how we did bro they all bitches

I go to war with the whole city my ****

Im wit it you play then we smoking yo mama

All about drama I got me some choppas

With shots trynna blow and just kill a pirhana

I comin solo on that drill

Headshot flight risk **** no way he can heal

Im the youngest thats havin that shit

And the opps say they gettin the money but can't pay the bills

On gang

These **** broke and ain't havin no funds

**** we got a whole lotta guns

I got a plug for my rack and a plug from the slums

Fuck around come up off some bums

I ain't gon speak up on how I did bro when he run

Caught his face and the back of his arm

I'm in his yard trynna catch me a head

Fuck 12 racks put up its a storm

I just woke up brush my teeth

I grab my Glock I 1pray i make it home

His brother just got smoked

Tell that fuck **** slide he diss and made this song

I heard yo sis got hit im 2 streets down you ain't even call my phone

I heard that marco caught a leg shot

On BJ yo death finna come really soon not too long

**** ain't really no gangstas

They get on they live steady flexin they flashin poles

I got connects when it comes to rap

And the streets GGO been ?all in the code?

Look it up we them young that steady be rappin

This shit turning ice to gold

Dropped outta school then i caught me a body

I couldn't look back when i caught me a soul

I get you killed for a verse or a bo

Stuff my Glock in her purse if it show

GANG now we one the road gon catch me at a show

Gotta pay for the price at the door

He died on the scene hella shots hit his face

How much times he got hit i dont know

Nobody slide what the fuck is yall on

We came back he got hit like three in a row