Opp Pack

Damn, damn Broke the Internet (I'll tell you what) Put that nigga ass in the dirt! I'll tell you what, are you doing too much talking? (Free kill) (Free kill) Fuck wrong with you? 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 nigga 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 nigga up with the mask on, talkin' 'bout Jason, ain't talkin' 'bout Tatum (dig?) I cannot beef with a nigga, he dead I got some niggas I raised from the dead I was brought up to keep one in the head No, there's no talkin', my name is not Ted I'm gonna give these lil' niggas the blues Won't stop 'til 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 (yeah) Tie that bitch up in the bathroom 'cause you know this a home invasion Niggas on the net talking all that tough shit, tell the nigga drop location I'ma let the hollow point come out the blick just 'cause I like vibration Nowadays, a nigga die over a bitch when it all was an entanglement (dig?) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (dig?) I can't beef with that lil' nigga, he dead (dig?) Yeah, I can't beef with him, he dead Murder your mom, shoot you 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 nigga do is start fake beef then sign to a label (yeah) New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (yeah) Poke a nigga up with the mask on, talkin' 'bout Jason, ain't talkin' 'bout Tatum Yeah, yeah (dig?), yeah, yeah, yeah (dig?) Yeah, what? Yeah (dig?) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (dig?) Yeah, yeah, yeah (dig?), yeah (what?) Yeah (dig?), yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm gonna walk in your crib with the chop When I walk out, I'ma leave with a limb Told you lil' niggas this was an invasion I kick the door, I feel like I'm Zim They had a choice Yeah, they taking that harder way, I'm calling 'em Tim Bro will kill you 'cause the color of your brim 12 will kill you 'cause the color your skin (yeah) Kill a street nigga and it don't mean shit, kill a rap nigga and get famous And I'm gon' kill every rat I see, I'ma kill 'til they endangered Told you, a nigga 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