Opp Spotter (feat. B-Lovee)
Grrah-grrah, boom
(It's Lil C4)
Huh?
Hollows, they hit him and rip through his neck (pussy)
Give a fuck if he had on a vest
Spin on my set, on that shit you get left (dummy)
Bitch, I'm shooting 'til there's nothing left
.40 so loud, shit got me feeling deaf
Niggas be broke and upset
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck (matha, matha)
Bitch, I just want the neck
When I spin, it's a highlight
Bitch fuck a fight night, I be quick to back out my pipe
She can't tote, she not my type
Shooting off of eyesight, the way I bend blocks like (like, like)
Niggas got me on highs like
Don't Bunny Hop, you get shot on the spot, like (grrt)
Duwop, bitch, he a demon, shootin' 'til he see the cops (grrah-grrah, boom)
Bitch, I shout, start squeezin'
Got a shoot 'em, can't get shot
Bitch, I pop out, get to creepin'
When it's cold, I make it hot (grrt)
Is you gonna ride in a hurry?
Stay with a stick, I ain't tryna get buried
My blicky jammed, he was lucky, caught him in traffic
Why he tryna duck me? (Dummy)
Pussy boy, he tried to bluff me
Back out the blick' before he could even rush me (pussy)
Pour me some Ac', don't touch me
It can get physical when I'm off of the muddy
All red bitch, I feel extra bloody
Call up my 'Rips, yeah, those are my cuzzies
You a baby nigga, pull up your Huggies
Thirsty one night, no, she cannot love me
Hollows, they hit him and rip through his neck
Give a fuck if he had on a vest
Spin on my set, on that shit you get left (Left, left)
Bitch, I'm shooting 'til there's nothing left
.40 so loud, shit got me feeling deaf (grrt)
Niggas be broke and upset
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck
Bitch, I just want the neck
Niggas got me on high like
I'ma spin with a nine instead of a Tec
I catch a opp, I'ma rip up his chest
Screaming, "OGz" when I walk through they 'jects
Smokin' Woo Lotti, this shit hurt my chest
Fuck on a thotty, I'm all in her chest (uh-huh)
B Lovee and them goons, them niggas be actin'
I got a .40, make him do a backflip
Kay-Kay be with me, that boy make it active
If we catch an opp, we put him in a casket
Going 50 for 50, niggas ass hit the pavement like matress
Make him Bunny Hop into a backflip
Call off the thotties
They droppin' they panties for Henny
She throwing her neck, getting silly
Throw on my track and watch all these bitches get jiggy
That .42, it got a spinny
Gang, gang, gang
Fuck all the opps, they was never on shit
I keep a Glock, that bitch stuck to my hip
Brodie, a opp spotter
He go opp slidin', and he spin with ten in his clip
I might be a thot spotter and an opp spotter
And I walk in with six in this shit
So please do not try me 'cause I'm quick to hit (gang, gang, gang)
Hollows, they hit him and rip through his neck
Give a fuck if he had on a vest (uh-huh)
Spin on my set, on that shit you get left (left, left)
Bitch, I'm shooting 'til there's nothing left
.40 so loud, shit got me feeling deaf (grrt)
Niggas be broke and upset (grrah-grrah)
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck
Bitch, I just want the neck
Dummy, like, like
(It's Lil C4)
Huh?
Hollows, they hit him and rip through his neck (pussy)
Give a fuck if he had on a vest
Spin on my set, on that shit you get left (dummy)
Bitch, I'm shooting 'til there's nothing left
.40 so loud, shit got me feeling deaf
Niggas be broke and upset
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck (matha, matha)
Bitch, I just want the neck
When I spin, it's a highlight
Bitch fuck a fight night, I be quick to back out my pipe
She can't tote, she not my type
Shooting off of eyesight, the way I bend blocks like (like, like)
Niggas got me on highs like
Don't Bunny Hop, you get shot on the spot, like (grrt)
Duwop, bitch, he a demon, shootin' 'til he see the cops (grrah-grrah, boom)
Bitch, I shout, start squeezin'
Got a shoot 'em, can't get shot
Bitch, I pop out, get to creepin'
When it's cold, I make it hot (grrt)
Is you gonna ride in a hurry?
Stay with a stick, I ain't tryna get buried
My blicky jammed, he was lucky, caught him in traffic
Why he tryna duck me? (Dummy)
Pussy boy, he tried to bluff me
Back out the blick' before he could even rush me (pussy)
Pour me some Ac', don't touch me
It can get physical when I'm off of the muddy
All red bitch, I feel extra bloody
Call up my 'Rips, yeah, those are my cuzzies
You a baby nigga, pull up your Huggies
Thirsty one night, no, she cannot love me
Hollows, they hit him and rip through his neck
Give a fuck if he had on a vest
Spin on my set, on that shit you get left (Left, left)
Bitch, I'm shooting 'til there's nothing left
.40 so loud, shit got me feeling deaf (grrt)
Niggas be broke and upset
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck
Bitch, I just want the neck
Niggas got me on high like
I'ma spin with a nine instead of a Tec
I catch a opp, I'ma rip up his chest
Screaming, "OGz" when I walk through they 'jects
Smokin' Woo Lotti, this shit hurt my chest
Fuck on a thotty, I'm all in her chest (uh-huh)
B Lovee and them goons, them niggas be actin'
I got a .40, make him do a backflip
Kay-Kay be with me, that boy make it active
If we catch an opp, we put him in a casket
Going 50 for 50, niggas ass hit the pavement like matress
Make him Bunny Hop into a backflip
Call off the thotties
They droppin' they panties for Henny
She throwing her neck, getting silly
Throw on my track and watch all these bitches get jiggy
That .42, it got a spinny
Gang, gang, gang
Fuck all the opps, they was never on shit
I keep a Glock, that bitch stuck to my hip
Brodie, a opp spotter
He go opp slidin', and he spin with ten in his clip
I might be a thot spotter and an opp spotter
And I walk in with six in this shit
So please do not try me 'cause I'm quick to hit (gang, gang, gang)
Hollows, they hit him and rip through his neck
Give a fuck if he had on a vest (uh-huh)
Spin on my set, on that shit you get left (left, left)
Bitch, I'm shooting 'til there's nothing left
.40 so loud, shit got me feeling deaf (grrt)
Niggas be broke and upset (grrah-grrah)
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want the neck
Bitch, I just want the neck
Dummy, like, like
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Perez, Raymond Boone, Qwayshawn Cannon
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