Opps
All my opps they come from the same block
Okay
All my opps they come from the same block
Shame
All my opps they come from the same block
Rotate
All my opps they come from the same block
No Games
All my opps they come from the same block
Okay
All my opps they come from the same block
Shame
All my opps they come from the same block
Rotate
All my opps they come from the same block
No Games
I'm blazed off a raw composure
All lies, dunno what they told ya
Hold tight, till I find your older
On sight, cos I'm really on business
Yeah I'm really on bad boy business
I'm paranoid, don't dare fidget
Don't run, that a sign of guilt
Poke blade thru his chest, I'm puking
Hold on can ya hold that vom
Was peak when I really got man done
Never judge this book by cover
All my opps be haters, pricks, bums
I will take man's bitch and lover
You can find me, under the cover
I blaze my weed with the grabba
Burn chest yeah I love that brudda
Hold on can ya hold that vom
Was peak when I really got man done
Never judge this book by cover
All my opps be haters, pricks, bums
I will take man's bitch and lover
You can find me, under the cover
I blaze my weed with the grabba
Burn chest yeah I love that brudda
All my opps they come from the same block
Okay
All my opps they come from the same block
Shame
All my opps they come from the same block
Rotate
All my opps they come from the same block
No Games
All my opps they come from the same block
Okay
All my opps they come from the same block
Shame
All my opps they come from the same block
Rotate
All my opps they come from the same block
No Games
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Oh my did ya see what man done
I love it when I see a big man run
I love it when I see a big man, done
Do road OT on a mad one
Got a red dot spinning on a handgun
Shine bright on my blade that's real
Can't wait till I dig it inna man gut
Flesh coming off, easy, boneless
Blaze weed, cos we all be stoners
Run poles with a bare composure
Can't wait till his life be ending
It's mad cos his friend turned tragic
He slipped like butter widda magic
Can you smell my fragrance, lovely
It smells like dubs in here
Okay
All my opps they come from the same block
Shame
All my opps they come from the same block
Rotate
All my opps they come from the same block
No Games
All my opps they come from the same block
Okay
All my opps they come from the same block
Shame
All my opps they come from the same block
Rotate
All my opps they come from the same block
No Games
I'm blazed off a raw composure
All lies, dunno what they told ya
Hold tight, till I find your older
On sight, cos I'm really on business
Yeah I'm really on bad boy business
I'm paranoid, don't dare fidget
Don't run, that a sign of guilt
Poke blade thru his chest, I'm puking
Hold on can ya hold that vom
Was peak when I really got man done
Never judge this book by cover
All my opps be haters, pricks, bums
I will take man's bitch and lover
You can find me, under the cover
I blaze my weed with the grabba
Burn chest yeah I love that brudda
Hold on can ya hold that vom
Was peak when I really got man done
Never judge this book by cover
All my opps be haters, pricks, bums
I will take man's bitch and lover
You can find me, under the cover
I blaze my weed with the grabba
Burn chest yeah I love that brudda
All my opps they come from the same block
Okay
All my opps they come from the same block
Shame
All my opps they come from the same block
Rotate
All my opps they come from the same block
No Games
All my opps they come from the same block
Okay
All my opps they come from the same block
Shame
All my opps they come from the same block
Rotate
All my opps they come from the same block
No Games
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Oh my did ya see what man done
I love it when I see a big man run
I love it when I see a big man, done
Do road OT on a mad one
Got a red dot spinning on a handgun
Shine bright on my blade that's real
Can't wait till I dig it inna man gut
Flesh coming off, easy, boneless
Blaze weed, cos we all be stoners
Run poles with a bare composure
Can't wait till his life be ending
It's mad cos his friend turned tragic
He slipped like butter widda magic
Can you smell my fragrance, lovely
It smells like dubs in here
Credits
Writer(s): Cade Meanwell
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