Opp Dropp

(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?)
Yeah, body-ah (ah, nah, you ain't make that motherfucker)
Ha, yeah
Ha, ha, ha (ha, ha, ha)
La di da di da, ha, ha, oh, ha, ha

I been through some shit, don't talk about it
But let's talk about it
Chain it cost a whip
I might blow (ah-ah), this shit at anybody (anybody)
Always smokin' exotic, talking racks
Let's talk about it
I buy that bitch a body, brain good

Could've went to college
We not on no opp drop shit, he get popped quick
I be with some slums and this gun 'part of my outfit
I came in this bitch, I got it on
I wish they might trip (ha)
La di da di da, ha, ha (ha)
Chasing dead niggas

I got the engine in the trunk
Shit go past niggas (vroom, vroom)
Vroom, vroom (vroom, vroom), vroom
He just mad 'cause he a broke nigga
Rest in peace my dawgs in the grave
Wish I could save niggas
Evеryday I thought about a check
Now we some paid niggas (count Up)

Thеse chains wrapped around my neck like I'm a slave nigga
Fuck up his trap, kick his door
He got them meds in him (grrah)
She a bread winner, fuck it
Spend some bread with her
Thought he was my dawg until he turned into (uh) a Fed nigga

I been through some shit, don't talk about it
But let's talk about it
Chain it cost a whip
I might blow this shit at anybody (anybody)
Always smokin' exotic, talking racks
Let's talk about it
I buy that bitch a body, brain good

Could've went to college (ah)
We not on no opp drop shit, he get popped quick
I be with some slums and this gun 'part of my outfit
I came in this bitch, I got it on
I wish they might trip (ha)
La di da di da, ha, ha (ha)
Chasing dead niggas (ha, ha)

Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha



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Writer(s): Dondre Moore, Sirod Mcdaniels
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