Oppy

(Grrah, grrah)
(Grrah, grrah)
(Ya'll niggas is pussy)
(Aye, aye, grrah)

Grrrah, Grrrah, Grrrah
Why the fuck nigga be lying
These niggas ain't fryin' dummy
Run up on that lil boy
And I bet his pockets we runnin' (Runnin')
He think sum funny
Put a lil beam on his pumpkin (Pumpkin)
I'm a lil nigga, no time for tusslin' (Gang)
Yo bitch I'm fuckin' (Wha)
Aye, five chest shots
Leave boy as a mummy (Grah, grah, grah, grah, grah)
No hoe down I'm cuffin'
You don't fuck wit' Bans and K
Then you might just know something
If you drop my "K" I swear to God (K)
We buss yo muffin (Yahhh, yahhh)
Buss yo muffin (Muffin)
Yeah you know the gun I'm clutchin' (Clutchin')
Aye, leave you with nothin' (Say what)
We send one them shots, we bussin' (Boom)
She suck dick 'till I start nuttin' (On God)
Like "I want Bans, I want that money" (Money)
Just like Osama we start gunnin' like (Brrrrrrr)
Lil boy don't wanna fight
'Cause I knock out his fuckin' lights (Bah bah)
I see that boy on sight
We stomp his ass, fuckin' right (Yeahhhhh)
It ain't went right (Yeah)
It ain't went right (It ain't)
If something happens in this night (On K)
I swear to God I fuckin' might (I fuckin' might)
I'm seeing demons (WHAT)
I wanna hit this opp right in his head
I'm feenin'
Gangsta'
Just leave'em leakin'

(Woaahhhh ohhhh ohhhhhh)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Woaahhhh ohhhh)
(Hol'on, I gotta light my blunt real quick)
(Oppyyy)
(Come her')
(Huh, oh that's that good ass Za)
(These nigga's fuck niggas)
(Runnin')
(We run up, gunnin')
(Grah, grah, grah, grah, aye)
(Aye)
(Aye aye aye)



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Writer(s): Caiden Phillips
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