Opps
(Shoot at the opps they got to die now)
Shoot at the opps they got to die now
We go to the top we can not go down
That guap coming in this shit getting crazy
I be in my lane I don't know why they hate me
Shorty in love she having my baby
You know I make these lil hoes crazy
Yeah,shoot at the opps
Fuck on they hoes
You know all the rest, yeah
He got a glock
It came with a scope
He shooting the best, yeah
Serving them rocks
I could never cuff no thot
These hoes
Something I can't stress
I gotta bullet proof vest
And if he try to aim for the head
My shooters gone make all them boys dead
Shoot at the opps they got to die now
We go to the top we can not go down
That guap coming in this shit getting crazy
I be in my lane I don't know why they hate me
Shorty in love she having my baby
You know I make these lil hoes crazy
Yeah,Shoot at the opps
Fuck on they hoes
You know all the rest, yeah
He got a glock
It came with a scope
He shooting the best, yeah
Serving them rocks
I could never cuff no thot
These hoes
Something I can't stress
I gotta bullet proof vest
And if he try to aim for the head
My shooters gone make all them boys dead
Shoot at the opps they got to die now
We go to the top we can not go down
That guap coming in this shit getting crazy
I be in my lane I don't know why they hate me
Shorty in love she having my baby
You know I make these lil hoes crazy
Yeah,shoot at the opps
Fuck on they hoes
You know all the rest, yeah
He got a glock
It came with a scope
He shooting the best, yeah
Serving them rocks
I could never cuff no thot
These hoes
Something I can't stress
I gotta bullet proof vest
And if he try to aim for the head
My shooters gone make all them boys dead
Shoot at the opps they got to die now
We go to the top we can not go down
That guap coming in this shit getting crazy
I be in my lane I don't know why they hate me
Shorty in love she having my baby
You know I make these lil hoes crazy
Yeah,Shoot at the opps
Fuck on they hoes
You know all the rest, yeah
He got a glock
It came with a scope
He shooting the best, yeah
Serving them rocks
I could never cuff no thot
These hoes
Something I can't stress
I gotta bullet proof vest
And if he try to aim for the head
My shooters gone make all them boys dead
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Writer(s): Breon Anderson-brown
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