歌詞
[Intro]
Go, brrt
[Chorus]
Back in the 'Raq and (You know that), bitch, it's time to stand on business
Opps don't play 'cause I get vicious (You know that)
And if they did, they got death wishes (Uh-huh)
He got hit twice in his fitted
Been know he was dead, was there when they did it
10 milli' Glock'll leave a **** wig split
Them ain't my opps if they ain't never did shit
Every Glock we got got switches (Brrt)
He got shot 'cause he was dissin'
I advise you not to go against us (Don't do that)
He tried to run, but fell 'cause I clipped him
He ain't on shit, a bitch, I know the real him (I know it)
**** be so fake, I can't feel them (I can't)
We don't play with opps, we kill them (You know that)
I'll put a **** right up top through the ceilin' (Brrt)
[Verse 1]
Ain't duckin' no smoke, **** know we spinnin'
Can't talk to God 'cause a **** still sinnin' (Uh-huh)
We the ones patchin' opps and standin' on business (You know that)
Gen4 G-lock with a switch and a fifty (Brrt, brrt)
ARP, monkey nut, look like it got titties (Ayy)
Runnin' **** down, workin' out, LA Fitness
Don't tote no Glock if it ain't got a switch (Brrt)
Sayin' pop on they block, that shit sound fishy
Ain't poppin' no Percs if that shit look iffy
Hold on, I just bapped 'cause I love that fetty
Draco slash a **** like I had a machete
Meek Mill ass weird, can't feel him, no Diddy
If I wanna sniff a Perc', bitch, that's my business (My business)
**** always die tryna mind the wrong business
Bitch, I really don't bap, but I got ten fitteds
It's 'posed to be eleven right now, but he pendin'
Slide to a **** home, but I ain't gon' mention
I know Slide ass gone, but they tryna hold on
He got tapped in his dome, had to shave his 'fro (Damn, damn)
I'm doin' this shit off the top, just flow (You know that)
When I jump, I don't think, just blow (Uh-huh)
Four-nick' put him down, he was yellin' on the floor (Yep, yep, ah)
If I fuck your ho, she gon' drop your lo'
**** tryna backdoor, but I just can't go (I can't)
[Chorus]
Back in the 'Raq and, bitch, it's time to stand on business
Opps don't play 'cause I get vicious
And if they did, they got death wishes
He got hit twice in his fitted (Brrt)
Been know he was dead, was there when they did it (I was)
10 milli' Glock'll leave a **** wig split (Wig split)
Them ain't my opps if they ain't never did shit
Every Glock we got got switches (Brrt)
He got shot 'cause he was dissin'
I advise you not to go against us (Uh-uh)
He tried to run, but fell 'cause I clipped him (You know that)
He ain't on shit, a bitch, I know the real him (Uh-huh)
**** be so fake, I can't feel them (I can't)
We don't play with opps, we kill them (Kill they ass)
I'll put a **** right up top through the ceilin'
[Verse 2]
Still in the 'Raq and, bitch, I overstand on business
Just 'cause I rap, this shit ain't different
'Posed be in the hills, but I'm out spinnin'
Two **** dead because they was stealin'
One **** dead because he was pissin'
Another **** dead because of his pendant
We seen him in a fishbowl, left his ass swimmin'
I advise your ass ride tinted
We ride in hot cars, this ain't rented
We got back, this shit ain't endin'
These **** bitches, I don't feel 'em
All I know is hop out killin'
Put his ass on the news since he want attention
Y'all know what that mean if we go missin'
Pop up on live once that shit finished
[Chorus]
Back in the 'Raq and (You know that), bitch, it's time to stand on business
Opps don't play 'cause I get vicious (You know that)
And if they did, they got death wishes (Uh-huh)
He got hit twice in his fitted
Been know he was dead, was there when they did it
10 milli' Glock'll leave a **** wig split
Them ain't my opps if they ain't never did shit
Every Glock we got got switches (Brrt)
He got shot 'cause he was dissin'
I advise you not to go against us (Don't do that)
He tried to run, but fell 'cause I clipped him
He ain't on shit, a bitch, I know the real him (I know it)
**** be so fake, I can't feel them (I can't)
We don't play with opps, we kill them (You know that)
I'll put a **** right up top through the ceilin' (Brrt, brrt)
[Outro]
We don't play with opps, we kill them
Put a **** right up top through the ceilin'
Written by: BloodHound Q50, Jeffery Harris
