Street Oppera
Piero this shit crazy
Man Paolo killed this shit
Ima need six bands for a cook up
Brodie get to working in the field ain't no push-ups
Choppa got him leaning backwards and now he sit up
Glizzy got him frozen both hands made him put up
Worrying bout the wrong people where yo brother at
Only bosses in the circle I can't hang with rats
Brother peaking from the corner man you know he strapped
Praying to god but you know you ain't gon get him back
Park the car go get busy we do walk downs
Put a bitch in her place ain't no Chris Brown
Better watch where you stepping or get gunned down
Got a thirty add some ten's that's some big rounds
Got them cleats cuz you know I'm in that field
Gotta survive in these streets man you know we down to kill
Man I'm running up the beat man I need to sign a mil
I'm really clutching heat got no place for you to chill
Fa fa this that glizzy
Tryna spin the opps block boy til I'm dizzy
Get the fuck off my phone with that miss me
You got like 6 in the dirt no kizzy
Sitting all day send that drop
Put that vest down we hitting niggas tops
Fuck GTA but I'm swanging with my chops
Toss that tec cuz we leaning with our glocks
All yo friends gone I guess you can thank me
Put that nigga in a wheelchair man he lazy
Pull up to the show with my Drake like I'm Baby
Dropping thirty on these niggas heads like I'm KD
I ain't got no plans of slowing down I gotta go harder
XDs, Glocks and mops you gotta go smarter
Looking up at me bitch, I'm your godfather
Always acting crazy on her story I do no want her
You can go and keep all that fame, I just want dollars
You can keep on talking your shit, I do not bother
Ima keep on talking my shit, I am not proper
Told me that she wanna go leave, I will not stop her
Look, bitch, finna make a movie
I can't fuck with that girl cuz she a known groupie
Ion fuck with the drakes we carry twin uzi's
Ion fuck with the diamonds we carry big rubies
OTS next up bitch I'm tryna make a name
Twenty Bands in the closet know we only carry drank
Put me on the field and I swear I'll make the numbers change
How'd I hurt your feelings bitch you know I ain't the one to blame
Money counter couldn't keep up, I'm just running game
She thought that I was gonna come back, and I never came
Saw her at a party one time, never was the same
You can give me all of the money, ion need the fame
Wrap the tape on that clip make sure that bitch fit
Put yo face on a shirt like it's a Misfit
Put that red to his mouth this that lipstick
Ion fuck with fat bitches tryna kiss it
Oh yo brother dissed? now that nigga dead
Bitch you rolling with the opps hear you talking to the feds
K is giving niggas cuts I'll take a nigga dread
Teo trippin off them percs got them popping like some meds
Man Paolo killed this shit
Ima need six bands for a cook up
Brodie get to working in the field ain't no push-ups
Choppa got him leaning backwards and now he sit up
Glizzy got him frozen both hands made him put up
Worrying bout the wrong people where yo brother at
Only bosses in the circle I can't hang with rats
Brother peaking from the corner man you know he strapped
Praying to god but you know you ain't gon get him back
Park the car go get busy we do walk downs
Put a bitch in her place ain't no Chris Brown
Better watch where you stepping or get gunned down
Got a thirty add some ten's that's some big rounds
Got them cleats cuz you know I'm in that field
Gotta survive in these streets man you know we down to kill
Man I'm running up the beat man I need to sign a mil
I'm really clutching heat got no place for you to chill
Fa fa this that glizzy
Tryna spin the opps block boy til I'm dizzy
Get the fuck off my phone with that miss me
You got like 6 in the dirt no kizzy
Sitting all day send that drop
Put that vest down we hitting niggas tops
Fuck GTA but I'm swanging with my chops
Toss that tec cuz we leaning with our glocks
All yo friends gone I guess you can thank me
Put that nigga in a wheelchair man he lazy
Pull up to the show with my Drake like I'm Baby
Dropping thirty on these niggas heads like I'm KD
I ain't got no plans of slowing down I gotta go harder
XDs, Glocks and mops you gotta go smarter
Looking up at me bitch, I'm your godfather
Always acting crazy on her story I do no want her
You can go and keep all that fame, I just want dollars
You can keep on talking your shit, I do not bother
Ima keep on talking my shit, I am not proper
Told me that she wanna go leave, I will not stop her
Look, bitch, finna make a movie
I can't fuck with that girl cuz she a known groupie
Ion fuck with the drakes we carry twin uzi's
Ion fuck with the diamonds we carry big rubies
OTS next up bitch I'm tryna make a name
Twenty Bands in the closet know we only carry drank
Put me on the field and I swear I'll make the numbers change
How'd I hurt your feelings bitch you know I ain't the one to blame
Money counter couldn't keep up, I'm just running game
She thought that I was gonna come back, and I never came
Saw her at a party one time, never was the same
You can give me all of the money, ion need the fame
Wrap the tape on that clip make sure that bitch fit
Put yo face on a shirt like it's a Misfit
Put that red to his mouth this that lipstick
Ion fuck with fat bitches tryna kiss it
Oh yo brother dissed? now that nigga dead
Bitch you rolling with the opps hear you talking to the feds
K is giving niggas cuts I'll take a nigga dread
Teo trippin off them percs got them popping like some meds
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Writer(s): Paolo Silva
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