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[intro]
ayy, f_ck all the opps, man, all y’all dead ass, uh (freakey!)

[verse]
you a b_tch, when your brother died, you ain’t even slide
they be lyin’, when my brother died, another n_gga died
we suited up from sun up to sun down, that pressure we apply
i know an opp who got shot sixteen times and happy he alive
i’m just sayin’, you took all them shots, then went and made a song
i’m just laughin’, why the f_ck you troll when you was almost gone?
f_ck spinnin’ blocks, know where he lay, so, b_tch, we pull up to his lo’
when we come out, he caught a 7.62, left him at the door
we clappin’ sh_t, we lovе them bodies, b_tch, we comin’ for somе more
they touch my brothers, i see red, now all them n_ggas gettin’ smoked
i swear to god, i’ma drench ’em all, i’ma show these n_ggas how to score
funeral after funeral and it ain’t gon’ stop ’til it’s not no more
y’all got me mad again, b_tch, i’m on y’all ass again
finna spin the ‘raq and this a hot car what i’m ridin’ in
draco what i’m ridin’ with, i catch you, you gon’ die, b_tch
we don’t play with opps, we clap sh_t, just ask about us, we smack sh_t
ridin’ fishbowl, that’s not it, if i see your ass, you get shot quick
b_tch said she a city girl, i told that ho she a block b_tch
back to the subject, i’m shoppin’, lookin’ for the opps, i’m oppin’
goofy said he a cold n_gga, finna hit him up with some hot sh_t
say you know my opps, throw a lob, b_tch, ’cause i’m dunkin’ sh_t like lebron is
got an opp in school, it’s his senior year, i’m tryna see what day that n_gga prom is
tryna see when that lil’ n_gga graduate, hit him with a switch and knock him out his cape
we ain’t tryna get no attempts, boy, we tryna make sure that n_gga doa
tryna make sure ain’t no comin’ back, i be chasin’ sh_t like a runnin’ back
got a fast n_gga with a fast gun, how the f_ck you think you can run from that?
when it’s time to shoot, b_tch, i shot my gun, n_ggas blew at me and i was dumpin’ back
yeah, i’m twenty now and that say a lot ’cause since fifteen, i been catchin’ hats
to the opps, this is not a song, listen, this a message
when i catch y’all, swear to god, you n_ggas better have them weapons
we send it up, we make puddles of blood, b_tch, that’s how we steppin’
came in the car and when he left, his dumb ass was on a stretcher
[outro]
uh, uh, his dumb ass was on a stretcher
n_ggas died ’cause they played with my brothers
hop out this whip and i’m swingin’ this cutter
that n_gga died when that switch let off, that b_tch made a stutter (brrt, drench, go)

- big opp

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