Real Oppy (King Von Remix/Flow)
Man them niggas bodies still dropping, this party real oppy
These hoes know they can't stop me
He scoring, I'ma block it
What he say, that he gon' pop me? (Boom)
That boy not gon' pop me (What?)
You get shot if you in moshpits
Spinning through blocks, down the opps (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Look left, look right, hawk down the opps then
You dead if I done popped you
He can't hang, he hang with feds (What?)
I know that foenem popped you (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Man my opps is over dead (Yea)
Them niggas over fed (Aw yea)
Them niggas wan' be on my block, bring they ass over here (Bring they ass, huh, what?)
Gon' shoot at me, you wouldn't dare
You dead, why would I care? (Uh, huh)
You bitch she called, she want a treat (Yea)
She better play the fare (Uh, huh)
You know R.K. don't play fair (Uh, uh)
You know that I ain't scared (Yea)
Them boys running, they getting scared (Boom)
We aiming for his head (Boom, boom)
His mans mad I left him dead
If 12 come after me, I do the dash (Vroom, vroom)
And if them bitches ask and yo ass tell, we killing you and your friends (Uh, huh)
Man free them niggas out that jam
Your bitch had died and I was like damn
I'm knocking that tape right out your hand
Man fuck them niggas, ain't my friends
These hoes ain't brand new (No, uh)
Been fucking, ain't knew (Uh, huh)
Shot his mans, he changed too (Boom)
Play opps, they ain't cool (Boom, boom)
Killing you, ain't leaving clues (Uh, huh)
Ain't tryna make a truce (Nah)
"R.K., they dropped that diss on you"
Man these bullets gon' make 'em food (Man, it's Rah)
Man them niggas bodies still dropping, this party real oppy
These hoes know they can't stop me
He scoring, I'ma block it
What he say, that he gon' pop me? (Boom)
That boy not gon' pop me (What?)
You get shot if you in moshpits
Spinning through blocks, down the opps (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Look left, look right, hawk down the opps then
You dead if I done popped you
He can't hang, he hang with feds (What?)
I know that foenem popped you (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Man my opps is over dead (Yea)
Them niggas over fed (Aw yea)
Them niggas wan' be on my block, bring they ass over here (Bring they ass, huh, what, huh?)
These hoes know they can't stop me
He scoring, I'ma block it
What he say, that he gon' pop me? (Boom)
That boy not gon' pop me (What?)
You get shot if you in moshpits
Spinning through blocks, down the opps (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Look left, look right, hawk down the opps then
You dead if I done popped you
He can't hang, he hang with feds (What?)
I know that foenem popped you (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Man my opps is over dead (Yea)
Them niggas over fed (Aw yea)
Them niggas wan' be on my block, bring they ass over here (Bring they ass, huh, what?)
Gon' shoot at me, you wouldn't dare
You dead, why would I care? (Uh, huh)
You bitch she called, she want a treat (Yea)
She better play the fare (Uh, huh)
You know R.K. don't play fair (Uh, uh)
You know that I ain't scared (Yea)
Them boys running, they getting scared (Boom)
We aiming for his head (Boom, boom)
His mans mad I left him dead
If 12 come after me, I do the dash (Vroom, vroom)
And if them bitches ask and yo ass tell, we killing you and your friends (Uh, huh)
Man free them niggas out that jam
Your bitch had died and I was like damn
I'm knocking that tape right out your hand
Man fuck them niggas, ain't my friends
These hoes ain't brand new (No, uh)
Been fucking, ain't knew (Uh, huh)
Shot his mans, he changed too (Boom)
Play opps, they ain't cool (Boom, boom)
Killing you, ain't leaving clues (Uh, huh)
Ain't tryna make a truce (Nah)
"R.K., they dropped that diss on you"
Man these bullets gon' make 'em food (Man, it's Rah)
Man them niggas bodies still dropping, this party real oppy
These hoes know they can't stop me
He scoring, I'ma block it
What he say, that he gon' pop me? (Boom)
That boy not gon' pop me (What?)
You get shot if you in moshpits
Spinning through blocks, down the opps (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Look left, look right, hawk down the opps then
You dead if I done popped you
He can't hang, he hang with feds (What?)
I know that foenem popped you (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Man my opps is over dead (Yea)
Them niggas over fed (Aw yea)
Them niggas wan' be on my block, bring they ass over here (Bring they ass, huh, what, huh?)
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Writer(s): Dayvon Bennett, Herbert Randall Wright Iii
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