Opps On Deck

(This a Nitti beat)

Yeah

Yeah, bitch (Yeah)

Bitch, free my brother (Yeah)

Bitch, free my brother

Bitch, free my brother, ****

Bitch, free my— (Yeah), yeah

When I'm in the county, hell nah, I don't play, ain't none of that chillin' with the opps on deck

I ain't even gon' speak on the opps, them **** not up on a crumb, they be duckin' the wreck

I seen a **** get hit in his chest, he ain't know he was hit, he was holdin' his neck

I love when I'm chasin' him down 'cause as soon as he hit that ground, I'm takin' his breath

I never needed a crowd, I was sixteen out gettin' wild all by myself

I ain't even gon' bap like I was just that, I was callin' Lil Three when I needed some help

Yeah, they might hang with the rappers and dress real good, but them **** be gettin' the belt

I hate the police, stop playin' them games, stop sayin' my name when the opps get nailed

Forever gon' stick to the code, before I come out as a rat, I'll kill myself

Hell yeah, I'ma switch when shit get right, everybody disappeared when shit went left

Bitch, I'm like a barber how I'm all on your head puttin' bullets all up in your hair

I'll go and fuck it all off for a fit for them days I was broke and ain't have nothin' to wear

One of the opps just died and they don't even post his ass, I don't think they care

Don't even go down that street 'cause the last time we spinned that block, them **** wasn't there

It was four shooters with switches and Dracs for that little-ass boy, that shit wasn't fair

If he hang with the opps, I don't care if he was two when he died, flame his little ass up in the air

When we posted up, them **** don't spin our block, them little pussy boys wasn't there

I'll love you to death, I don't care 'bout money or clothes if you loyal 'cause that shit rare

Can't even control these .308s, these bitches so big, it'll knock down a bear

None of the opps really want this smoke, this shit'll get worser than smokin' a square, bitch