Opp Pack
There once was a block littered up with Opps
Until
Until them hooligans started letting of shots
Like
Letting shots off here, letting shots off there
Spot a opp, pop a opp, man that's 'bout a hunnid shots
Somethin' 'bout this 'Opp Pack' really hit different
I made ya name name-brand free smoke
Goofies gettin' checked like it's the 1st of the month
I stunt double on the set and still the 1st one stunt
I was at ya funeral sittin' right at the front
They put ya name on a shirt I put ya name in a blunt
Yo don't make have to prove you ain't like that
Cause I'll be yelling at ya tombstone
(Like fight back)
Then send my shooter through to give ya boo a night cap
Yup, re-up I dare you we'll be right back
I was ridin' round the town with the 'Opp Pack'
No joke no cap I'm the top hat
I just sent 'em somewhere he can't comeback
I hope, You 'in hell' catchin contact
Dancin' with the devil on ya grave yeah yeah
Point 'em out
Who got the 'juice' in a 'minute' they get 'made'
I was creepin' down the spot where the opps at (Pop)
Now I'm speedin' down the block with the 'Opp Pack'
There once was a block littered up with Opps
Until
Until them hooligans started letting of shots
Like
Letting shots off here, letting shots off there
Spot a opp, pop a opp, man that's 'bout a hunnid shots
Somethin' 'bout this 'Opp Pack' really hit different
I made ya name name-brand free smoke
And that's cause everybody gangster
'Til you punch 'em in the mouth
I'm really with that social distance left em 6 feet south
No application you got that work
We come see what you about
Ran off wit da indica left em slumped in da couch
Thought that I was paying no we here for free smoke
Cause you say you 'bout that business now it's gettin' revoked
Banana clip in the fast lane that's a slip in the road
Left 'em lookin' 'bout as lost as "where's the remote?"
I was ridin' round the town with the 'Opp Pack'
No joke no cap I'm the top hat
I just sent 'em somewhere he can't comeback
I hope, You 'in hell' catchin contact
Dancin' with the devil on ya grave yeah yeah
Point 'em out
Who got the 'juice' in a 'minute' they get 'made'
I was creepin' down the spot where the opps at (Pop)
Now I'm speedin' down the block with the 'Opp Pack'
Until
Until them hooligans started letting of shots
Like
Letting shots off here, letting shots off there
Spot a opp, pop a opp, man that's 'bout a hunnid shots
Somethin' 'bout this 'Opp Pack' really hit different
I made ya name name-brand free smoke
Goofies gettin' checked like it's the 1st of the month
I stunt double on the set and still the 1st one stunt
I was at ya funeral sittin' right at the front
They put ya name on a shirt I put ya name in a blunt
Yo don't make have to prove you ain't like that
Cause I'll be yelling at ya tombstone
(Like fight back)
Then send my shooter through to give ya boo a night cap
Yup, re-up I dare you we'll be right back
I was ridin' round the town with the 'Opp Pack'
No joke no cap I'm the top hat
I just sent 'em somewhere he can't comeback
I hope, You 'in hell' catchin contact
Dancin' with the devil on ya grave yeah yeah
Point 'em out
Who got the 'juice' in a 'minute' they get 'made'
I was creepin' down the spot where the opps at (Pop)
Now I'm speedin' down the block with the 'Opp Pack'
There once was a block littered up with Opps
Until
Until them hooligans started letting of shots
Like
Letting shots off here, letting shots off there
Spot a opp, pop a opp, man that's 'bout a hunnid shots
Somethin' 'bout this 'Opp Pack' really hit different
I made ya name name-brand free smoke
And that's cause everybody gangster
'Til you punch 'em in the mouth
I'm really with that social distance left em 6 feet south
No application you got that work
We come see what you about
Ran off wit da indica left em slumped in da couch
Thought that I was paying no we here for free smoke
Cause you say you 'bout that business now it's gettin' revoked
Banana clip in the fast lane that's a slip in the road
Left 'em lookin' 'bout as lost as "where's the remote?"
I was ridin' round the town with the 'Opp Pack'
No joke no cap I'm the top hat
I just sent 'em somewhere he can't comeback
I hope, You 'in hell' catchin contact
Dancin' with the devil on ya grave yeah yeah
Point 'em out
Who got the 'juice' in a 'minute' they get 'made'
I was creepin' down the spot where the opps at (Pop)
Now I'm speedin' down the block with the 'Opp Pack'
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Writer(s): James Jones
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