Broke Opps

Pull up and get him

That bullet ripped through his tissue and tore out his gristle

It was the nickel, and it's a Glock

And that bitch sound like a missile (Boom, boom)

He know I'm official

Doin' all that woofin' and shit, boy, you know I'm get you

And wasn't nobody with him

I wore a nine in the shoes, and can't nobody fit 'em

I popped a Perky, a thirty

I'm higher than the bitch, boy, ain't nobody perfect

If I take a L, I'm back on that corner

I'm hustlin', ain't nobody servin'

Get booked 'cause somebody workin'

He told, I know that for certain

Get caught, I'm closin' his curtains

We scored another conversion (Boom, boom)

Designer, Givenchy

All of this ice on my wrist and it feel like it's Christmas

Speaking of Christmas, come get your ho

I be climbin' all up in her chimney

We sharin' the ho if she friendly

Ain't see him, he gone, he missin'

Won't see me in the back of a Bentley (What? What?)

Hop out and I'm blowin', it's rented (Boom, boom)

Walk up, ain't doin' no drive-bys (Nah)

You MVP, that bitch my sideline (Nah, nah)

Just a wild lil' **** from the Southside

**** killed your homie, you don't even come outside (What? What?)

Fucked your bitch on purpose (Uh-huh)

Them bows came in, we workin'

My song come on, she twerkin'

All the opps be broke, they hurtin' (They broke ass)

My ****, they too official (Uh-huh)

Send a text, they get right with you

Y'all was somewhere playin' Monkey in the Middle

We was tryna put on for some guns when I was little

If he still alive, we gon' meet 'em and then split 'em

On the jail call, gotta talk in a riddle

Ho said she love me, she gon' tat my initials

**** move foul, get to blowin' like a whistle (Boom, boom)

Fuck that, let's talk about Louis, Amiri, and Gucci, and Prada, and shit (Boom, boom)

When I go to the store

They closin' the door and they bringin' me bottles and shit (Yeah, yeah)

Fuck that, let's talk about that lil' 150 I spent with my lawyer and shit

My gun don't punch, it kick (Boom)

Get with the shit or get hit in your shit (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Pull up and get him

That bullet ripped through his tissue and tore out his gristle (Boom)

It was the nickel, and it's a Glock

And that bitch sound like a missile (Boom, boom)

He know I'm official

Doin' all that woofin' and shit, boy, you know I'm get you

And wasn't nobody with him

I wore a nine in the shoes, and can't nobody fit 'em

Walk up, ain't doin' no drive-bys (Nah)

You MVP, that bitch my sideline (Nah, nah)

Just a wild lil' **** from the Southside

**** killed your homie, you don't even come outside (What? What?)

Fucked your bitch on purpose (Uh-huh)

Them bows came in, we workin'

My song come on, she twerkin'

All the opps be broke, they hurtin' (They broke ass)