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2glocks.red - dead opps lyrics

[intro]
yeah, mhm (brr, brr, brr, brr)
ay, free madmax
free john wick, free no face
ay, ay, free blow

[verse: 2glocks.red]
team full of steppers, when we come through yo’ sh_t, everybody get low and go hide
lil’ hot got the drop, you know we ain’t doing no waiting, they know it, we coming in hot
i cannot go out like bro who get left on the ground, i think he had his chop
ay, stop this car, there go a opp n_gga walking, i bet he start running, he see this .45
[?], that n_gga ass dead as a b_tch, they still ain’t get no revenge
tray just died, now that’s another n_gga down, godd_mn y’all need to go spin
don’t f_ck with no new n_ggas, only day one n_ggas, i’m sorry, can’t do no new friends
kman died and that sh_t hurt my pride, i get mad ‘bout that sh_t and i just wanna spin
we hopped out on his ass, this drac for a sh_ll_catcher on it, it’s taking ‘em up
lil’ tuck tried to throw me a opp ho but that b_tch wasn’t thick, h_ll nah, i ain’t f_ck
they need to free john wick and no face out that b_tch, on bro, know they going for none
n_gga green than a b_tch, come around here with a bl!ck, know d_mn well he slimed for his gun
200 or more whenever we step out the house, we really come through like swat
opp ho boring, came over here on the block talking ‘bout she ain’t eating no c_ck
know that b_tch giving the drop, if not, that b_tch gotta go before we spank that b_tch
and i can merch like three n_ggas died from the six, i swear that sh_t sad as a b_tch
ay, stop the car, i’m up in the booth, on bro, got a whole lot of shots
we really crack 4’s, opp ho don’t give up that lo’, on bro, her ass get popped
catch me in traffic, i’m doing you nasty, i’m thuggin’ with ratchet, yo’ ass gon’ die
i don’t want no dealings, she all in her feelings, she say i act different, i ain’t cuffing no bop
[verse: jaybleeda]
n_gga wanna pull out some belts like tray ain’t just lose his life, he the one got spanked
this za got me high than a b_tch, finna pull out my tooth, i done fell in love with smoking hank
give a f_ck ‘bout the car, tell lil’ brother to check on the tank ‘cause this b_tch finna hit right on eewee
hopping out on feet, i can’t go out like pay, i’ma up this b_tch and shoot at the police
give a f_ck ‘bout the opps, n_gga know i’ma bang my gun, i ain’t ever running from a n_gga
we got different b_ttons on all of these glocks, when we have a shootout, this sh_t look like some skittles
we spin a block and send him to the spitter, you n_ggas be rookies, y’all really beginners
lil’ red in the back with a 300 blackout, tryna send a p_ssy n_gga with his members
and let’s get a fade, free bro in the cell with a blade, tryna slice off a opp n_gga neck
when i get the lo’, yeah i’m calling lil’ nut, i’m a rich young n_gga sliding in a ‘vette

[verse: 2glocks.red]
pillow talking to that ho get you stretched
.762, that b_tch rip through your neck
i’m in the olo, boy it’s a stolo, me and lil’ reese ah hop out making mess
ay, we in a 392, finna hop out this b_tch with a .556 and make a mess
hit his ass in the head and his chest, run a n_ggas ass down tryna send his b_tch ass with the rest

[outro]
b_tch, uh
ay, we tryna send his b_tch ass with the rest
we tryna send his b_tch ass with the rest (brrr)
stand over gang, b_tch
ay, free my brother n_gga
ay, long live von, long live ten
cracking 4’s, and we cracking them 4’s
f_ck all the opps

- 2glocks red lyrics

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