Biggest Opp
(Cash Gang Key)
(On that big opp shit man)
I'm Detroit's Biggest Opp
Nobody like us but the thots
What they gotta know is we don't give a fuck we spinning' blocks
In that striker tryin' ride, hit a nigga with the chop
We gone get back for the guys send a nigga to the sky
Man our opps don't be on shit, all them niggas do is lie
Our other opps ain't do no hits, all them niggas do is die
This AR holds .223's, knock a nigga out his crocs
I just bought a SRT, ion even like to drive
You can pull up with a chop gang I ain't running with a stick
Biggest Opp, boy I was in No Jumper with the blick
Just did a tour in 6 states, I had a puncher in the whip
My nigga Lik ain't got a brain he'll thump you in his kit
I got heart problems so I can't be loving you and shit
Man the strap hot but I ain't put a cover on this bitch
Really turnt, bro this bitch just put her number on my dick
Really turnt, nigga I just spent a Hummer on this wrist
You got a Rollie nigga that don't make us equal (at all)
The city hate because what we did to they people
Come and try me then, I'll let you meet em'
Just Don shirts, latest J's off a beater
He ate 'bout twelve bullets, that's why I don't really like nines
The bros get off jiggas, get to spinnin' 'til it's nighttime
A switch for three-fifty? Where you at? I need it right now
Humble, I'm the youngest nigga ballin', I'm just like Cy
They say I'm tellin', where the proof at?
Swing through they block and do that
Fuck that nigga Pat, I'm ridin' down the Straf with two straps
My youngest stepper just jumped off the porch and he got two hats
It's crazy that they only see a flash when he got bookbagged
Them boys done robbed the whole city, shot the whole city
It's either that or he mad 'cause I got his ho with me
You can catch me by myself, but the Glock, it hold fifty
Button on the back, I can't ride with no semi
I'm Detroit's Biggest Opp
Nobody like us but the thots
What they gotta know is we don't give a fuck we spinning' blocks
In that striker tryin' ride, hit a nigga with the chop
We gone get back for the guys send a nigga to the sky
Man our opps don't be on shit, all them niggas do is lie
Our other opps ain't do no hits, all them niggas do is die
This AR holds .223's, knock a nigga out his crocs
I just bought a SRT, ion even like to drive
(Cash Gang Key)
(I'm on that big opp shit, man)
(On that big opp shit man)
I'm Detroit's Biggest Opp
Nobody like us but the thots
What they gotta know is we don't give a fuck we spinning' blocks
In that striker tryin' ride, hit a nigga with the chop
We gone get back for the guys send a nigga to the sky
Man our opps don't be on shit, all them niggas do is lie
Our other opps ain't do no hits, all them niggas do is die
This AR holds .223's, knock a nigga out his crocs
I just bought a SRT, ion even like to drive
You can pull up with a chop gang I ain't running with a stick
Biggest Opp, boy I was in No Jumper with the blick
Just did a tour in 6 states, I had a puncher in the whip
My nigga Lik ain't got a brain he'll thump you in his kit
I got heart problems so I can't be loving you and shit
Man the strap hot but I ain't put a cover on this bitch
Really turnt, bro this bitch just put her number on my dick
Really turnt, nigga I just spent a Hummer on this wrist
You got a Rollie nigga that don't make us equal (at all)
The city hate because what we did to they people
Come and try me then, I'll let you meet em'
Just Don shirts, latest J's off a beater
He ate 'bout twelve bullets, that's why I don't really like nines
The bros get off jiggas, get to spinnin' 'til it's nighttime
A switch for three-fifty? Where you at? I need it right now
Humble, I'm the youngest nigga ballin', I'm just like Cy
They say I'm tellin', where the proof at?
Swing through they block and do that
Fuck that nigga Pat, I'm ridin' down the Straf with two straps
My youngest stepper just jumped off the porch and he got two hats
It's crazy that they only see a flash when he got bookbagged
Them boys done robbed the whole city, shot the whole city
It's either that or he mad 'cause I got his ho with me
You can catch me by myself, but the Glock, it hold fifty
Button on the back, I can't ride with no semi
I'm Detroit's Biggest Opp
Nobody like us but the thots
What they gotta know is we don't give a fuck we spinning' blocks
In that striker tryin' ride, hit a nigga with the chop
We gone get back for the guys send a nigga to the sky
Man our opps don't be on shit, all them niggas do is lie
Our other opps ain't do no hits, all them niggas do is die
This AR holds .223's, knock a nigga out his crocs
I just bought a SRT, ion even like to drive
(Cash Gang Key)
(I'm on that big opp shit, man)
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