Dead Opps

I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps

Speaking on some shit that he ain't do that's why yo mans died
Catch a Opp in a SRT smoke da red eye
On the block with the Choppa out like Bin lad
I know he wish his mans could come back no shemrons
In the club throwing money niggas can't compare to us
Caught him by himself niggas really scared of us
Mar riding with me and we both loaded up
Smoke you right in front of yo crib cuz I don't care enough
Everybody looking sad
Niggas get dropped I don't even like to brag
Speaking on bro and you ain't do shit
Fn loaded up with blue tips
I'm sliding by myself cuz fuck a loose end

I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps

I put this Draco in yo face I bet yo head pop
Just popped a perc thirty finna fuck her til her legs lock
I just took a new Glock this bitch dead stock
Now Im finna spin a couple blocks and use it on the opps
How the fuck is he alive he caught so many shots
Before we shipped him to the sky we put him in a box
I'm done smoking Wild Man that shit dont get me high
You gotta go and freeze my wrist if you want my time
Aint taste Wakeisha in a minute she been on my mind
Go and drop a nigga top you wanna be my slime
Even as a Young Boy I kept a thirty eight
I make Murder Music when I drop I up the murder rate

I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps
I got a lot of dead opps



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Writer(s): Kenneth Daniels
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