F the Opps

Yet these were another one, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Bumped down on the opps with buttons Ran down on a nigga and knocked him off I guess he ain't see us comin' How bout grr-grr Hawked him down, these niggas went to runnin' I can't up a dub, but ten in blues, the opps ain't got no money Switched too fast, drenched his ass fff The Nick conduct it Gassing him up to spend on nuts His dumbass daddy shuttin' the trust Ain't popped a nigga in a couple months I'm finna go slide, I'm gettin' rusted Like his mans, we popped him up But he ain't died, a bitch got lucky Come to the crib, my bitch wanna fight Fussed and fucked, the bitch be buggin' Went on a drill and the Nick got killed Don't ask me shit, cause I don't know nothin' I got a switch on back of this Glock Went to a rat pass, I'm tryin' to tuck it Ain't just Tony guns for fun niggas Spin out west, didn't tell him we done it We on the way to the top, still around with choppin' opps We puttin' them under Four niggas on that hit They ain't know it was who when we shot We let off a hundred Aim for the face, the neck, or the chest when we shoot Last Nick caught one in the stomach Built for this shit, caught it, and they vomit Nigga out runnin' some guns, uh, uh, uh, uh Like Austin Stoke, Coast Hunter One of them faces, real deal gunner Killin' his mama, won't see her next summer Down for cloud, I was gettin' dumb and dumber Hittin' his head before he fairly stumbled 762 make a big nigga tumble Killin' the killers and whoever's sons Creep up, fff, fff Knew he was hit, heard that ah Fuck the opps Bitch die, fuck his mama, bitch cry Leave a bitch, bitch bye, want me dead, bitch try Blah, blah, that's that fi, another opp bitch in the sky Creep up, fff, fff Knew he was hit, heard that ah Fuck the opps, bitch die, fuck his mama, bitch cry Leave a bitch, bitch bye, want me dead, bitch try Blah, blah, that's that fi, another opp bitch in the sky Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh She like when I backstab her Niggas be tryin' to kill, then get some money These niggas be ass backers It ain't a bitch I want that I already had The baddest hoes, we bagged them Niggas be tryin' to run Like we playin' If these choppers shit, we gon' tag them D.O.A. got caught, we smashed them We caught his mans, but he missed when we passed him Fucked up the hip, wrote you thirsty blastin' What the fuck is you doin', nigga, we coulda had him Ousted us, they know we harassin' him Just like his mans, we catch him and clap Like a thief in the night, we creep up and drag him Ripper go get him, come here, grab him Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, 200 on dash, I'll pull up for him Drop my mask, spell out blowin' Made niggas crash, caught on turns Don't listen to opps, they a bad influence What a nigga wanna do, let me know we can do it Killing you and your crew if you say we into it As she glitz for the gun, we can shoot her some movies Fuck my opps, we overactive before nigga fall on the ground She's shooting his ass, Make sure you over clap him We box a nigga in from different ends We gonna booby-trap him One of them shadows to jump out the back of them trucks nigga I am not no rapper Come on. Let's go. Come on Let's go, come on, let's go, come on We people facin', we jump out a bag I'm somebody, so I'm finna lose their life Cosmic 17 from out the button Give me that joint, use it right Pop me a hop out the regular V Uh-uh, ain't me have to use the strike Yeah, a nigga round me, pop somethin' up I be damnin', Maz ain't use they pipe Let off 40 and cap on sprain He ain't make it so wild, they prayin' Told him the day that we bump, it's a D-O-A The fuck did he think I was playin'? Bounced out the back of the truck with three Ks They think we run with the clan This my chop, don't show no favor Tears a man bite, I felt that fin Cause they check out your cap on hand He ain't gettin' up, cause he gas for breath We make sure niggas see that white light That mean he closer to death Hit a nigga up when he try to run out Left possessed by the steps They can't say shit, flop out, TTA Nigga, all my shooters like stuff Folly fucked, he ain't gettin' up, fff That's for acting tough Came from the corner and bagged him up While them dumbass kids had to gas him up I know we handin' out smoke But we really be coolin' this shit that they askin' for And these bitches go through the cops But I knew he was dead way before the glass had blood (Let's have) Ay, screw passin' me the remote Checked Channel 9 he checked Bro still mad, say he ain't satisfied Cause he want three more stretch Went on side of his house Cause ready to spoon, but he ain't come out just yet Soon as he open the door He catch tens to the face And we put his ass up next Let off a hundred We fiendin' for murder, Little folks try to run But he come makin' further Call with his bitch, but I ain't wanna hurt her Think this shit a game Take you out to serve, can't take a front I won't bid for a worker, you trippin' That shit ain't a part of my nurture Go catch a beat, won't be part of my search Can't swim with the sharks, you'll die in the surface We spin the city with buns and shit These niggas know how we do it Niggas outside gettin' clout Tryna kick it with hoes Dumbass nigga Catch Nick Lowe Get hit with 300 block I promise this bitch is abusive New Jet 421 And the stuff with the back Put a op on this bitch I'ma use it