Opps
Look here mayne
Free the opps ya heard me
Free the opps, y'nam sayin
Free Palestine, y'nam sayin
Y'nam sayin
Free Syria, y'nam sayin
Free my uncle Craig, y'nam sayin
He gone get out soon but it's cool
When he touch down, he got the heart of a giant
5'5 With the heart of a lion, ya heard me?
Yeah. Free the opps, BITCH
Free my opps I'm tryna beat they fucking ass
Throw a chair at they body then rob them for their cash
Ima turn up your function then rob you of your fans
I'm fucking up your fucking function doing a couple raps
Disses on disses
Distress
Wash him like dishes
Hot mess
He stay in the mixes
Projects
He swinging he missing
Side step
I'm bobbing and wearing
Like Pep
I'm punching he lifted
5 Reps
He internally bleeding
Ah shit
He crying he bitching
I guess
But make sure to free that nigga from the luncheon
I wanna be the first to throw a straight fucking get a punch in
BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH
I see that you tryna get rich
But the clout and fame gives you that itch
You ain't no better than a snitch
You like 69 ewhen you up in the mix
You 626 I'll have you blue after this
All crumbled up like a old box of rits
Stay strapped up it's only number one diss
Number two comes a week after this
With you dead and buried you won't be missed
Leave you more broke than when God
We gone slide nigga
We don't need help
Too ganged up
If I step they gone step
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
We gone slide nigga
We don't need help
Too ganged up
If I step they gone step
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
I don't need no more invites, bro you tired, look hella busted, you think you desired
If you talking hard, I run up with that fire, Sammy Guevara kick, you finna die
At the cigar bar, you want smoke that bad? Ran out the crib when the kid called you dad
Maury baby mama shit, bro you sad, I'm my DMs begging me to come back
And now you sound like girls you been playing
Acting like chi-chi nigga, I'm just saying
Thought you were a star, but your star started fading
This shit is Karma, cause you started hating
My bestfriend's rapist on your playlist, and you claim it's for surveillance
No play, it seems basics when you play games at his place bitch
We gone slide nigga
We don't need help
Too ganged up
If I step they gone step
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
We gone slide nigga
We don't need help
Too ganged up
If I step they gone step
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
Free my opps
I'm tryna MINK MINK MINK
Free the opps ya heard me
Free the opps, y'nam sayin
Free Palestine, y'nam sayin
Y'nam sayin
Free Syria, y'nam sayin
Free my uncle Craig, y'nam sayin
He gone get out soon but it's cool
When he touch down, he got the heart of a giant
5'5 With the heart of a lion, ya heard me?
Yeah. Free the opps, BITCH
Free my opps I'm tryna beat they fucking ass
Throw a chair at they body then rob them for their cash
Ima turn up your function then rob you of your fans
I'm fucking up your fucking function doing a couple raps
Disses on disses
Distress
Wash him like dishes
Hot mess
He stay in the mixes
Projects
He swinging he missing
Side step
I'm bobbing and wearing
Like Pep
I'm punching he lifted
5 Reps
He internally bleeding
Ah shit
He crying he bitching
I guess
But make sure to free that nigga from the luncheon
I wanna be the first to throw a straight fucking get a punch in
BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH
I see that you tryna get rich
But the clout and fame gives you that itch
You ain't no better than a snitch
You like 69 ewhen you up in the mix
You 626 I'll have you blue after this
All crumbled up like a old box of rits
Stay strapped up it's only number one diss
Number two comes a week after this
With you dead and buried you won't be missed
Leave you more broke than when God
We gone slide nigga
We don't need help
Too ganged up
If I step they gone step
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
We gone slide nigga
We don't need help
Too ganged up
If I step they gone step
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
I don't need no more invites, bro you tired, look hella busted, you think you desired
If you talking hard, I run up with that fire, Sammy Guevara kick, you finna die
At the cigar bar, you want smoke that bad? Ran out the crib when the kid called you dad
Maury baby mama shit, bro you sad, I'm my DMs begging me to come back
And now you sound like girls you been playing
Acting like chi-chi nigga, I'm just saying
Thought you were a star, but your star started fading
This shit is Karma, cause you started hating
My bestfriend's rapist on your playlist, and you claim it's for surveillance
No play, it seems basics when you play games at his place bitch
We gone slide nigga
We don't need help
Too ganged up
If I step they gone step
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
We gone slide nigga
We don't need help
Too ganged up
If I step they gone step
Free my opps
I'm tryna catch em myself
Free my opps
I'm tryna MINK MINK MINK
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Writer(s): Brandon Biggs
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