Opps On My Body Freestyle 2
(Glah)
(Glah, Bitch)
You know I really feel like
I should've been from New York bro
Like
Nigga if I was really from that shit bro (Glah Glah Boom)
Hold up
I told that lil nigga shut up
He thinking he like that my gang finna humble him we finna slide with berettas
In the back of the Beamer she giving me matha it's crazy my whole outfit wet up
That nigga a goofy he wearing a vest but we always gone aim for the neck up
Boom
I feel like this shit is a setup
And we throwing up GD for all of the GDs fucking the BDs they wet up
And we slanging them rockets got dot on my pocket
Ain't no way that a Nigga gone stop it
And I gotta go hard ain't no option
I got opps on my body they watching (Glah glah glah)
Hold on, Andrew Aaron they just brought the chops out
And I feel like a janitor cus I had brought out the mop and we whipping his block down
G-19 with a switch no berettas
That's yo shorty,then why do she head us?
These niggas be hating cus they can not do what I do so these lil nights fed up
On my soul
VARI slide with Choppas
Hit you in your 6-pack they sent him to the doctor
Taco shelled all in his stomach make him the cha-cha
I would even fuck with me we killing all the oppas
Hold on
What the fuck is he jacking?
I don't care better throw that shit up right
Cus I got the Glock in my jacket
If that nigga what problems he have it
I don't care if that Nigga in traffic
I don't care if that nigga is lacking
If I seem with his bitch nigga
Then him and his bitch they gone both have to have it
Aye my Glock automatic
I'm killing these niggas
I'm killing these niggas while counting my cabbage
I put on for my city, on for my city
Yeah Chicago was tragic
Yeah I was wrong then I was right, but all that shit past tense
Yeah they call me a pastor
I been spitting them words like a pastor
Man I feel like Lamar I been throwing them bullets my opps just like Dion run faster
Man that nigga ain't gang no more
Man that nigga he switched up
I been getting that money been getting that money I'm holding my wrist up
(Glah Glah Boom)
Oh he jacking what
We gone slide to the... What?
Hahaha
Oh shit nigga
Aye, oh he jacking what
Foe!
(Glah, Bitch)
You know I really feel like
I should've been from New York bro
Like
Nigga if I was really from that shit bro (Glah Glah Boom)
Hold up
I told that lil nigga shut up
He thinking he like that my gang finna humble him we finna slide with berettas
In the back of the Beamer she giving me matha it's crazy my whole outfit wet up
That nigga a goofy he wearing a vest but we always gone aim for the neck up
Boom
I feel like this shit is a setup
And we throwing up GD for all of the GDs fucking the BDs they wet up
And we slanging them rockets got dot on my pocket
Ain't no way that a Nigga gone stop it
And I gotta go hard ain't no option
I got opps on my body they watching (Glah glah glah)
Hold on, Andrew Aaron they just brought the chops out
And I feel like a janitor cus I had brought out the mop and we whipping his block down
G-19 with a switch no berettas
That's yo shorty,then why do she head us?
These niggas be hating cus they can not do what I do so these lil nights fed up
On my soul
VARI slide with Choppas
Hit you in your 6-pack they sent him to the doctor
Taco shelled all in his stomach make him the cha-cha
I would even fuck with me we killing all the oppas
Hold on
What the fuck is he jacking?
I don't care better throw that shit up right
Cus I got the Glock in my jacket
If that nigga what problems he have it
I don't care if that Nigga in traffic
I don't care if that nigga is lacking
If I seem with his bitch nigga
Then him and his bitch they gone both have to have it
Aye my Glock automatic
I'm killing these niggas
I'm killing these niggas while counting my cabbage
I put on for my city, on for my city
Yeah Chicago was tragic
Yeah I was wrong then I was right, but all that shit past tense
Yeah they call me a pastor
I been spitting them words like a pastor
Man I feel like Lamar I been throwing them bullets my opps just like Dion run faster
Man that nigga ain't gang no more
Man that nigga he switched up
I been getting that money been getting that money I'm holding my wrist up
(Glah Glah Boom)
Oh he jacking what
We gone slide to the... What?
Hahaha
Oh shit nigga
Aye, oh he jacking what
Foe!
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