Dead N****s

What 'bout the opps? They a whole bunch of dead niggas
Pull up, bounce out, I be aimin' at e'ry nigga
Same Glock, choppa, got hit in the head with it
I can tell how he shootin', the lil' nigga scared with it

Link with an opp bitch, got my gun in the bed with me (thank you, Timmy boy)
You hang with the opps, you gon' die, just bare with me (alright, come on)
Beat up his ride, Backend was right there with me (alright)
He think with his dick, now he duckin' a ten milli' (shit, what?)

What 'bout the opps? They a whole bunch of dead niggas
Pull up, bounce out, I be aimin' at e'ry nigga (come here, come here)
This the same Glock, choppa, got hit in the head with it (shit)
I can tell how he shootin', the lil' nigga scared with it (your scary ass)

Link with an opp bitch, got my gun in the bed with me (big-ass Glock)
You hang with the opps, you gon' die, just bare with me (just wait on him)
Beat up his ride, Backend was right there with me (you know that)
He think with his dick, now he duckin' a ten milli' (his dumb ass)

Disrespect us and this shit gon' get ugly (get ugly), I stay with my mask, it'll go up in public
Ten ain't enough, tell them niggas to duck (his dead ass)
Caught his ass tryna eat McDonald's, we lovin' it (we lovin' it)
We just fuck, get out, no cuddlin' (you know that), brrt-bah-bah, the switch keep stutterin' (grrah-grrah)
Get a check, fuck it off, on my brother (on my brother)
Pull up and start shootin', don't do no rebuttal (you know that)

Look at me, shawty, Black, I made it (I made it)
When I die, I'm alone, so nobody save me (nobody save)
Yeah, one of my own, this ain't how she raised me (dang)
Run up some M's and go have me a baby (a baby, you know that)

I'm really fucked up, I don't gotta play crazy (I don't)
Pull up, leave him slumped like the nigga was lazy (dumbass)
Off the four, the Tris got me faded (nigga, I'm gone)
Young and dumb, I'll shoot at the Navy (brrt-bah)

What 'bout the opps? They a whole bunch of dead niggas
Pull up, bounce out, I be aimin' at e'ry nigga (come here, come here)
This the same Glock, choppa, got hit in the head with it (shit)
I can tell how he shootin', the lil' nigga scared with it (your scary ass)

Link with an opp bitch, got my gun in the bed with me (gang, big-ass Glock)
You hang with the opps, you gon' die, just bare with me (gang, just wait on him)
Beat up his ride, Backend was right there with me (you know that)
He think with his dick, now he duckin' a ten milli' (gang, his dumb ass)

Now the hoes steady yellin' out, "Drench 'em", with 'em switches and Glocks, it's no limit
If my shooter keep missin', I bench him, but he walk shit down, he gon' finish
Lil' bro too hot, he don't listen, he'll prolly end up with yo' pendant
We could go flip blocks in yo' trenches, bought a brand-new hot to go spin in

Chain say one-three, then you know it's us, copped a brand-new B, now we rollin' up
His OG say we bogus for dissin', guess the ho ain't see when he was trollin' us
Gang shit, I promote 'cause I'm wit' it, I ain't pushin' no peace, we gon' blow or what?
He just playin' that role for an image, we the type to come see since you wanna bluff

He the type merch on the guys, I know that he lyin', they weren't even close when he died
Ridin' with .40s and Dracs, stopped blowin' 'em .9s 'cause we didn't score, he survived
I told my lil' killer, "Go get up closer this time", as soon as I coach him, he slide
Set up a bitch with him when 'em scores outside, we gon' get the lo' if he hide, gang (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)

Whenever it's wartime, we never hide, been rappin' a decade, I never lied (at all)
Went on my first mission, I clapped, Trap hit his ass 12 more times, but he survived (damn)
We come and slide, we hear they outside, I had a bang-out where I reside (fah)
I used to hang out with all the killers, I love to shoot, and I know how to drive

I wear my hat to the left, but when shit in the hood went left, I was droppin' the five
Whistle go off, no ref and my back 'gainst the wall, no help and I had to decide
Could I get rich of rap? Waist-deep, goin' viral on apps, and I wasn't even tryin'
I stacked up bodies on all the straps, we was swappin' 'em out with whoever we find

One of the opps got whacked on live and his guys had the nerve to get back online
I know a nigga in a wheelchair cryin' 'cause we put a hollow point right in his spine (bah)
I'll blow 200K on a pendant to go to the trenches and post up shinin'
And my clique know all the sticks and Micro Dracs and switches they get on cosignin', Swerve

What 'bout the opps? They a whole bunch of dead niggas
Pull up, bounce out, I be aimin' at e'ry nigga (come here, come here)
This the same Glock, choppa, got hit in the head with it (shit)
I can tell how he shootin', the lil' nigga scared with it (your scary ass)

Link with an opp bitch, got my gun in the bed with me (big-ass Glock)
You hang with the opps, you gon' die, just bare with me (just wait on him)
Beat up his ride, Backend was right there with me (you know that)
He think with his dick, now he duckin' a ten milli' (his dumb ass)

If you ain't got no mon-yun, we can't do none-yun
If you ain't got no mon-yun, you can't even have fun-yun