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(Cash Gang Key) (On that big opp shit man) I'm Detroit's Biggest Opp Nobody like us but the thots What they gotta know is we don't give a fuck we spinning' blocks In that striker tryin' ride, hit a nigga with the chop We gone get back for the guys send a nigga to the sky Man our opps don't be on shit, all them niggas do is lie Our other opps ain't do no hits, all them niggas do is die This AR holds .223's, knock a nigga out his crocs I just bought a SRT, ion even like to drive You can pull up with a chop gang I ain't running with a stick Biggest Opp, boy I was in No Jumper with the blick Just did a tour in 6 states, I had a puncher in the whip My nigga Lik ain't got a brain he'll thump you in his kit I got heart problems so I can't be loving you and shit Man the strap hot but I ain't put a cover on this bitch Really turnt, bro this bitch just put her number on my dick Really turnt, nigga I just spent a Hummer on this wrist You got a Rollie nigga that don't make us equal (at all) The city hate because what we did to they people Come and try me then, I'll let you meet em' Just Don shirts, latest J's off a beater He ate 'bout twelve bullets, that's why I don't really like nines The bros get off jiggas, get to spinnin' 'til it's nighttime A switch for three-fifty? Where you at? I need it right now Humble, I'm the youngest nigga ballin', I'm just like Cy They say I'm tellin', where the proof at? Swing through they block and do that Fuck that nigga Pat, I'm ridin' down the Straf with two straps My youngest stepper just jumped off the porch and he got two hats It's crazy that they only see a flash when he got bookbagged Them boys done robbed the whole city, shot the whole city It's either that or he mad 'cause I got his ho with me You can catch me by myself, but the Glock, it hold fifty Button on the back, I can't ride with no semi I'm Detroit's Biggest Opp Nobody like us but the thots What they gotta know is we don't give a fuck we spinning' blocks In that striker tryin' ride, hit a nigga with the chop We gone get back for the guys send a nigga to the sky Man our opps don't be on shit, all them niggas do is lie Our other opps ain't do no hits, all them niggas do is die This AR holds .223's, knock a nigga out his crocs I just bought a SRT, ion even like to drive (Cash Gang Key) (I'm on that big opp shit, man)
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