Opps Got It Bad
206
Slatt Baby
Yea aye
Streeet nigga im thuggin
im hanging with my slimes
Got Aks and glocks
45s and nines
Opps thinkin they ready but they dont want no smoke
It if up then its stuck
Bitch imma let blow
I Shot em
Let him bleed out on the ground
After all that
Spin they block for one more around
Yea In the field im barry bonds with these hits
Like a cold i wipe a nose but im not sick
The opps got it
They got it they got it bad
Look what my slatts did
We pulled up bussin out the window
They Got It They Got it Bad
Yea he not a real gangster everything he say we know its all cap
they got it bad kuz they stuck in the house
They dont wanna come outside kuz all they do is die
You got it bad you cant hang on you block
Everytime they come outside we keep scoring
Yea they got it bad
Born a hustler fashoo
I been peddling snow
Everday a young nigga trapping
I gotta get this bank roll
I got money foreign bitches
Im driving foreign cars yea
Percocet and roxies
Owe i got it all you can call on me
I want you to know
You gon fail if you try and test me
All my slimes really know whats going on
Gotta keep me a gun the size of fucking king kong like
Yea yea yea yea
We all ready we gone ride tonight
I said yea yea yea yea
Forever yea you know its SLIME
Heyy yeaa
206
Yea yea yea
Hmmm
Oh the opps got it bad yea
Got it bad yea
They got it they got it bad yea
Nah nah nah nah
Slatt Baby
Yea aye
Streeet nigga im thuggin
im hanging with my slimes
Got Aks and glocks
45s and nines
Opps thinkin they ready but they dont want no smoke
It if up then its stuck
Bitch imma let blow
I Shot em
Let him bleed out on the ground
After all that
Spin they block for one more around
Yea In the field im barry bonds with these hits
Like a cold i wipe a nose but im not sick
The opps got it
They got it they got it bad
Look what my slatts did
We pulled up bussin out the window
They Got It They Got it Bad
Yea he not a real gangster everything he say we know its all cap
they got it bad kuz they stuck in the house
They dont wanna come outside kuz all they do is die
You got it bad you cant hang on you block
Everytime they come outside we keep scoring
Yea they got it bad
Born a hustler fashoo
I been peddling snow
Everday a young nigga trapping
I gotta get this bank roll
I got money foreign bitches
Im driving foreign cars yea
Percocet and roxies
Owe i got it all you can call on me
I want you to know
You gon fail if you try and test me
All my slimes really know whats going on
Gotta keep me a gun the size of fucking king kong like
Yea yea yea yea
We all ready we gone ride tonight
I said yea yea yea yea
Forever yea you know its SLIME
Heyy yeaa
206
Yea yea yea
Hmmm
Oh the opps got it bad yea
Got it bad yea
They got it they got it bad yea
Nah nah nah nah
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Writer(s): Billy Motshepe
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