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VonOff1700
VonOff1700
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davon D Meeks
Davon D Meeks
Songwriter
Leland Austin
Leland Austin
Songwriter
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Clifford Davis
Clifford Davis
Songwriter
Tremell Clemons
Tremell Clemons
Songwriter
D'Juan Hart
D'Juan Hart
Songwriter

Lyrics

Alright, ****
Free my hood, ****, fuck your hood, **** (I fucked all you ****' bitches)
I'm still on the Ave where it's all good, **** (I'ma kill all of the opps, ****)
Okay, come on (Fuck the opps, them **** hoes, ****)
One of the opps just died (His dumb ass), we finna dig his ass up and kill him again (Shit, you know that)
That **** survivin' 9s, I bet he gon' die, he get hit with this big-ass 10 (You know that)
To all the opps, I hope y'all enjoyin' life 'cause most of y'all shit finna end (Y'all finna die)
Try to go hang with the opps, your ass gon' die, that's somethin' I don't recommend (Dumbass, dumbass)
The opps so goofy, they dumb ass came through spinnin' and killed an old-ass man (They slow ass)
It's finna get hot outside, can y'all pretty please post your block so we can come through with the fans?
Shootin' the Micro Drac' without no gloves and that bitch burned my hand (Ah, shit)
One of the opps OT, he finna come back, we killin' him soon as he land (His dumb ass)
Hit his ass all in his back, the bitch ain't die, but we changed the way he stand (His dumb ass)
I'm young and turnt, that bitch gon' suck my dick as soon as she see my pants (For real, fuck)
That **** wasn't usin' his head, so I shot him in it, now I bet he understand (His dumb ass)
Famous just beat that body, now who want smoke? We passin' it out firsthand
Okay, we layin' the belt on the opps, you know that
12 hit the lights, don't stop, you know that
I know he don't got no motion, he broke as fuck, he keep on postin' throwbacks (You know that)
We bounced out on him, his ho ass had his gun, but his bitch ass just ain't blow back (You know that)
We hit his ass so many times, he was still movin', so I told Lil Three to go back (You know that)
Okay, the opps so gay, they ain't never in they hood, they probably somewhere with Diddy (They gay ass)
You **** is not my opps, y'all broke as fuck, y'all can't even leave the city (The fuck?)
Lil Three told me, "Just focus on rap, everybody out west know we get busy" (We wild)
Caught him on Austin, left his dumb ass in the alley, you would think we was watchin' Disney (His dumb ass)
Yeah, I'm 'posed to be up in the stu', but I'm up in the hot spinnin' 'til I get dizzy (I'm spinnin')
It's a lot of bunk shit in the city, somebody go tell her, I wanna fuck on SZA (For real)
I'm pourin' up four after four, I don't really care, it's basically fuck my kidneys
When I up this hundred, please do not dick-ride 'cause you bitch-ass **** won't with me (Y'all broke-ass ****)
Broke-ass ****, fuck on
Ayy, look, free my hood, ****, fuck your hood, ****
We'll come extort your hood, **** (You know that)
This shit finna get crazy, man (Real crazy)
When I drop, man (Get the fuck out the way)
Y'all might as well get the fuck out my way, man, 'cause this shit finna get crazy
You **** don't even wanna— man, I don't know, free my hood, ****, fuck your hood
All the opps finna die, foe
Written by: Clifford Davis, D'Juan Hart, Davon D Meeks, Herbert R Wright, Leland Austin, Tremell Clemons
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