Opp Pack

Damn, damn

Broke the Internet (I'll tell you what)

Put that **** ass in the dirt

I'll tell you what, are you doing too much talking? (Free kill)

Fuck wrong with you? (Free kill) I'll tell you what, though

What? What?

(Staccs on the beat, so it sound different)

Yeah, it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on the table (Dig?)

Nowadays, the first thing a **** do is start fake beef then sign to a label (Dig?)

New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (Dig?)

Poke a **** up with the mask on, talkin' 'bout Jason, ain't talkin' 'bout Tatum (Dig?)

I cannot beef with a ****, he dead

I got some **** I raised from the dead

I was brought up to keep one in the head

No, it's no talking, my name is not Ted

I'm gonna give these lil' **** the blues

Won't stop till I see a whole lotta red

Popping these Percs, on a whole lot of meds

Kill all the opps and then run from the feds

Tie that bitch up in the bathroom 'cause you know this a home invasion

**** on the net talking all that tough shit, tell the **** drop location

I'ma let the hollow point come out the blick just 'cause I like vibration

Nowadays, a **** die over a bitch when it all was an entanglement (Dig?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't beef with that lil' ****, he dead (Dig?)

Yeah, I can't beef with 'em, he dead

Murder your mom, shoot your dad in the head

I got some jewelry, it cost me some bread

Fuck all the jewelry and fuck how I paid

Throwing the paint, we was toting the lead

It's a new gun that's stuffed inside the bed

Yeah, it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on the table

Nowadays, the first thing a **** do is start fake beef then sign to a label

New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (Yeah)

Poke a **** up with the mask on, talkin' 'bout Jason, ain't talkin' 'bout Tatum

Yeah, yeah (Dig?), yeah, yeah, yeah (Dig?)

Yeah, uh, yeah (Dig?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Dig?)

Yeah, yeah (Dig?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Dig?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm going to walk in your crib with the chop, when I walk out, I'ma leave with a limb

Told you lil' **** this was an invasion, I kick the door, I feel like I'm Zim

Yeah, it's a choice, yeah, they taking that harder way, I'm calling 'em Tim

Bro will kill you 'cause the color of your brim

Twelve will kill you 'cause the color your skin

Kill a street **** and it don't mean shit, kill a rap **** and get famous

And I'm gon' kill every rat I see, I'ma kill till they endangered

Told you, a **** gon' touch on these chains and you know that I got to stay dangerous

If you walk home with the stuff in your sack, then you know I got to chop off your fingers