F**k the Opps

I pull out my dick
I might have to piss on a nigga
Clear the whole 30 clip on a nigga
Don't diss on me nigga
Pull up we airing shit out
I won't hesi to squeeze on this trigger

We scoring lil nigga
Talk that shit then caught em lacking
You slip we extorting you nigga
Seen em and let of some shots
Now we labeled as opps
You ain't jump off the porch
You lil nigga
1 phone call and we spinning the block
Time to lay low
Cause the hike getting hot
Niggas was dissin until they got shot
Been playing with sticks since
Osama got popped
Real glizzys niggas ain't playing with props
Smoking on doja while getting some slop
Enter the bando just give it three knocks
Soda cocaine and some ice in the pot

It's 3hreewayyy
Keeping it solid the gwayyy
Damn he a dog that's what she say
Doing 110 on the freeway
Reach my destination fast like a E-Way
Sneaky invading your trap like it's D-Day
Told all my shooters no mercy like TJ
Bullets they left em in shock
Like a sting ray
Running laps around you niggas no relay

Bitch I pull up with the tommy
Body his ass and then fuck on his mommy
Thick white bitch I be calling her Connie
My other one stay with the chopper
Like bonnie
Toting this moon rock but I am not Ronnie
Niggas been testing me like my name Johnny
This choppa gone cut em up like he salami
Serving them bags ouuu he grimey

Wait... Aye... pull up
Hop out and we shocking the scene
All of this money I'm counting its green
I'm MBK you can't hang with the team
Yeah I just brought a new glock
With a beam
Dishing the packs and I'm serving the fiends
Pour me a 4 mix the sprite with the lean
Promethazine codeine make me dream



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Writer(s): Alijah Gilliam-el
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