Opportunist
Now it's not magic
But it looks magical
DJ Bandz
Lean filled up to the jug
It's soggin' up my cup
When you rich and havin' paper
You be saucin' up these sluts
I'm Smurk
Charge five hundred
I'm droppin' my deluxe
I was posted on the Pound
I'm a nephew to a cluck
See, dude ain't really a factor
He came through in the clutch
'Cause the opps
Ain't really post him
Foenem did it just because
Shorty wanna slide today
But they don't be feelin' all the love
Feel like they gon' do
The time by theyself and rot
I'm tellin' brodie a thousand
Times who with us and who not
When you around
Don't touch your phone
You like to FaceTime all the opps
When they die
You try to claim 'em to get a name, that shit be hot
The last time this
War was this big
Was B.I.G. and Pac
Flowin' all these drugs
Through my system
I missed 'em
Postin' all his lo's
On his finsta
I missed 'em
I don't take back nothin'
When I say it, when I dissed him
Even though he dead
I read our thread
'cause I miss him
I been takin' shots of Hi-Tech
I don't want no Percocets
Ten niggas on one pound
How you gon' work with that?
I'll do anything in
This whole world
To get my circle back
Bulletproof the Brabus
Them Forgiatos
I'm the first with that
For show, you doin' it for the internet
For show, if you did it
Where you hit him at?
For show, if you real
Where all your niggas at?
For show, day ones for day ones
Look, look, look
Look, look, look, look
Check this out
I want everybody
On this planet right here
For real, for real
If you get somethin' from me
If you get motherfuck—
Listen
I'll send the guys
Money 'cause I want to
I motherfuckin' give
The guys money 'cause I want to
So if you ask me to do
Somethin' for you and I do it
Please don't think
It's a finesse
Don't think you finessin'
DThang, please don't
Yeah, play your role
Sad to say we losin'
Bro, I hate the score
Him, him, him, him in the car
My Fantastic Four
Thang was on my
Mind right at that time, I wasn't takin' shows
All that killer shit you
Niggas be talkin'
You know it's time to show
Uh, yeah, time to show
Killer asked for a
Bonus for what he did
I knew it was time to go
Too old, '24, I know this time scary
I know a pussy chasin' a rat
I call 'em Tom and Jerry
Tryna feel better off these pills, I took an elderberry
Niggas duckin' them jail calls, that shit unnecessary
For show, you doin'
It for the internet
For show, if you did it
Where you hit him at?
For show, if you real
Where all your niggas at?
For show, day ones for day ones
But it looks magical
DJ Bandz
Lean filled up to the jug
It's soggin' up my cup
When you rich and havin' paper
You be saucin' up these sluts
I'm Smurk
Charge five hundred
I'm droppin' my deluxe
I was posted on the Pound
I'm a nephew to a cluck
See, dude ain't really a factor
He came through in the clutch
'Cause the opps
Ain't really post him
Foenem did it just because
Shorty wanna slide today
But they don't be feelin' all the love
Feel like they gon' do
The time by theyself and rot
I'm tellin' brodie a thousand
Times who with us and who not
When you around
Don't touch your phone
You like to FaceTime all the opps
When they die
You try to claim 'em to get a name, that shit be hot
The last time this
War was this big
Was B.I.G. and Pac
Flowin' all these drugs
Through my system
I missed 'em
Postin' all his lo's
On his finsta
I missed 'em
I don't take back nothin'
When I say it, when I dissed him
Even though he dead
I read our thread
'cause I miss him
I been takin' shots of Hi-Tech
I don't want no Percocets
Ten niggas on one pound
How you gon' work with that?
I'll do anything in
This whole world
To get my circle back
Bulletproof the Brabus
Them Forgiatos
I'm the first with that
For show, you doin' it for the internet
For show, if you did it
Where you hit him at?
For show, if you real
Where all your niggas at?
For show, day ones for day ones
Look, look, look
Look, look, look, look
Check this out
I want everybody
On this planet right here
For real, for real
If you get somethin' from me
If you get motherfuck—
Listen
I'll send the guys
Money 'cause I want to
I motherfuckin' give
The guys money 'cause I want to
So if you ask me to do
Somethin' for you and I do it
Please don't think
It's a finesse
Don't think you finessin'
DThang, please don't
Yeah, play your role
Sad to say we losin'
Bro, I hate the score
Him, him, him, him in the car
My Fantastic Four
Thang was on my
Mind right at that time, I wasn't takin' shows
All that killer shit you
Niggas be talkin'
You know it's time to show
Uh, yeah, time to show
Killer asked for a
Bonus for what he did
I knew it was time to go
Too old, '24, I know this time scary
I know a pussy chasin' a rat
I call 'em Tom and Jerry
Tryna feel better off these pills, I took an elderberry
Niggas duckin' them jail calls, that shit unnecessary
For show, you doin'
It for the internet
For show, if you did it
Where you hit him at?
For show, if you real
Where all your niggas at?
For show, day ones for day ones
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Writer(s): Demetrises Bell Jr., Devonte Richmond, Durk Banks
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