74|83 Dead Opps

Runnin thru the 8 wit a 38 run it right back
Young niggaz plottin on a rack
Plottin on a lick
First 48 wont miss
Even if the feds tryn hit
Ya brotha got flipped
Weird nigga tryna run risk
Lil nigga tryn run rick
Might go blitz
Lil nigga shoot him in the hip
Zel put the blade to ya wrist
Beat em wit a double 0 switch
I Might go blitz
Like a nigga name sam smith
Pass on this
Them xans gone trip
The last car slipped
The gash jus ripped
Like wait fuck yo homie he dead
How he gone diss and then run to the feds
32 shots at yo head
That nigga got quiet I think that he scared

Fuck yo homie he dead
Droppin a rake 4 dem niggas that fled
Dj got poked in his head
707 beat em w the lead
And Kj ya mans got poked
Idk why u jackin u the loc

Doin worst than these niggas jackin folk cuz
They musta not learned they lesson frm b4
(shoutout my 6ixs tho)

Call up my 7 that's my double 0
We gone poke up the body tryna take a soul
Spinnin on feet aint talkin to them folks
But these niggas be goofy
Rockin like these hoes

Rock em to sleep wit big ole totem poles
An the shit that we do we neva like to post
These niggas lackin wack em off the meds
That new double deuce finna knock off ya head

Fuck ya homie he dead
Dj a runner
An Joey a fed
Slide to the O in the west onna meds
This 42 on me wit no infrared

Mdot survived it shoulda been his head
But when I start pokin do my JJ dance
D dont talk tellin I cant be his mans
Scream 707 stickin to the plan



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Writer(s): Tyler Payne
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