Opp or 2

(Ooh, Jonny Shipes) (This is a true Hollywood beat) Every beat that I'm on, I'ma eat like a fat ass "You gotta be quicker than that", I'm that fast Good dope, geeked up, filled up like a lab rat AR-15 fit perfect in the backpack (fah-fah) I'm decapitating anybody hatin', I'm a lamb in a blanket It'll put his bitch-ass right to sleep Feeling froggy, then leap, I shoot at the feet "How he roll his tongue like that? It's so unique" (Grrt) Don't make me make this yappa, "Grrt" V8 in the hood, when it start it go, "Grrt" Big box the block, make the Glock go, "Grrt, grrt-grrt-grrt-grrt" I say for breakfast, I eat Xannies, I clean my face with panties I mix the Wock' with candy, I'm straight out of Texas like Sandy I'm in the phantom like I'm Danny, call Rozay for the Remy I take her to the telly, then I piss on a ho like Kelly Oh, yeah, she like the way I stick and move (and move) There ain't nothin' smooth than a hoover that groove Choppa speaking like Biggie, so give me the loot I might just catch me an opp' or two (or two) You ain't gangster, bitch, you boobble the foo Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out his shoe Every-every-every time we get the drop, you know what we do Came for the main opp', we gon' shoot at his crew Murder block, foreign park, Bay, make it five times two Make a nigga slow row like he talkin' to Screw We the walk down-run up-hop out crew My gun bust a kappa, we stepping like Nupes Hit his top up when I up the Glock, boy Catch you on the block, boy, all my niggas gon' shoot Bulletproof Lambo', ridin' with the ammo Line, no west, get fanned like a candle Money don't come, hit ya cabanas Stepping on toes, got me rocking Cletta Made it sim pedaling, pounds, heroin, drink Servin' that PHD Birds, I be selling them, serve you a Pelican Hit up my Mexican, get 'em OT Oh, yeah, she like the way I stick and move (and move) There ain't nothin' smooth than a hoover that groove Choppa speaking like Biggie, so give me the loot I might just catch me an opp' or two (or two) You ain't gangster, bitch, you boobble the foo Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out his shoe She like the way I stick and move (and move) There ain't nothin' smooth than a hoover that groove Choppa speaking like Biggie, so give me the loot I might just catch me an opp' or two (or two) You ain't gangster, bitch, you boobble the foo Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out his shoe