Ops on E
I remember every day just how I lost em
I couldn't be like everybody had to boss em
Every time you see the car you say he flossin
A half a brick on my pinky what it cost him
I'm legendary to them niggaz that be hatin
I try to keep em in the bank until Dey flakin
I used to give my homie work until he crossed me
It turned my heart cold freezing like a frosty
I done had bitches lie on me
Own ppl spy on me
Had to raise my kids the best I could
It's do or die homie
Niggas think i ain't moving
What you think I'm paronoid
Grinding on you poop scoopers
Double up the money boi
I'm stacking up my money hater you know the deal is
I'm stacking up my money hater fuck up out my business
I'm grinding like some bad breaks and shine like a vvs's
I'm smoking im the strongest strain relieve me of my stresses
I came a long way from trapping w a k
I got niggas tryna stop me but I shine everyday
They put money on my head better get a refund
Cuz my shooter specialize in street sweeper machine guns
Know they wanna see me in the dirt 6feet
And they woke up to reality it was just a bad dream
And you know I'm holding I'm molding pmg
I stay mashing on the gas and keep my ops on e
I remember everyday can't stop my hustle
I had to re iterate and flex my muscle
I'm going back to back like drake and Scottie Pippin
And when I lost them 30 racks I asked the lord to forgive me
Hit a lick I'm bouncing back kuz papi had 1000 packs
And nope I ain't gon take it back flipped it like I'm made for that
Looking in my rearview next time I'm gon see you
Put a hemi in it smash the gas and leave you
And no I ain't stingy, but niggas steady envy
I know the game is cold I keep a heater it get windy
I'm smokin on exotic if I want it then I buy it
Every time my phone ring I'm picking up a profit
I'm stacking up my money hater you know the deal is
I'm stacking up my money hater fuck up out my business
I'm grinding like some bad breaks and shine like a vvs's
I'm smoking im the strongest strain relieve me of all my stresses
I came a long way from trapping w a k
I got niggas tryna stop me but I shine everyday
They put money on my head better get a refund
Cuz my shooter specialize in street sweeper machine guns
Know they wanna see me in the dirt 6feet
And they woke up to reality it was just a bad dream
And you know I'm holding I'm molding pmg
I stay mashing on the gas and keep my ops on e
I couldn't be like everybody had to boss em
Every time you see the car you say he flossin
A half a brick on my pinky what it cost him
I'm legendary to them niggaz that be hatin
I try to keep em in the bank until Dey flakin
I used to give my homie work until he crossed me
It turned my heart cold freezing like a frosty
I done had bitches lie on me
Own ppl spy on me
Had to raise my kids the best I could
It's do or die homie
Niggas think i ain't moving
What you think I'm paronoid
Grinding on you poop scoopers
Double up the money boi
I'm stacking up my money hater you know the deal is
I'm stacking up my money hater fuck up out my business
I'm grinding like some bad breaks and shine like a vvs's
I'm smoking im the strongest strain relieve me of my stresses
I came a long way from trapping w a k
I got niggas tryna stop me but I shine everyday
They put money on my head better get a refund
Cuz my shooter specialize in street sweeper machine guns
Know they wanna see me in the dirt 6feet
And they woke up to reality it was just a bad dream
And you know I'm holding I'm molding pmg
I stay mashing on the gas and keep my ops on e
I remember everyday can't stop my hustle
I had to re iterate and flex my muscle
I'm going back to back like drake and Scottie Pippin
And when I lost them 30 racks I asked the lord to forgive me
Hit a lick I'm bouncing back kuz papi had 1000 packs
And nope I ain't gon take it back flipped it like I'm made for that
Looking in my rearview next time I'm gon see you
Put a hemi in it smash the gas and leave you
And no I ain't stingy, but niggas steady envy
I know the game is cold I keep a heater it get windy
I'm smokin on exotic if I want it then I buy it
Every time my phone ring I'm picking up a profit
I'm stacking up my money hater you know the deal is
I'm stacking up my money hater fuck up out my business
I'm grinding like some bad breaks and shine like a vvs's
I'm smoking im the strongest strain relieve me of all my stresses
I came a long way from trapping w a k
I got niggas tryna stop me but I shine everyday
They put money on my head better get a refund
Cuz my shooter specialize in street sweeper machine guns
Know they wanna see me in the dirt 6feet
And they woke up to reality it was just a bad dream
And you know I'm holding I'm molding pmg
I stay mashing on the gas and keep my ops on e
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Writer(s): Billy Brown
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