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[Verse]

Let's talk 'bout the opps

They talkin' 'bout switches and Dracs and don't even got 'em (Who care)

Pulled up the vid she talkin' bout "His face is gone", they whack that shit out of pocket (Damn)

I just ran into two opps, two days back to back and both of them niggas was coppin'

If I'm on a hit then I'm gettin' up close and shit, so you know ain't nobody survivin'

This a big opp, we jumpin' out pounds and tens while Lil Sosa wavin' the chopper

Bro say we ain't gotta say a drop, he was comin' out the crib, so we gon' call that perfect timin'

This nigga thought he was my man, he gave me his gun, he must ain't know I was slimy (This nigga dumb)

He loafin' in his phone, when I say last song, watch how I creep up behind him

They doin' them little ass shootings and callin' it get back, how 'bout come catch you a body (The Fuck?)

Catch a nigga out in the Ford, I like my [?] the best, I hop out fryin' (Bro let me out)

Niggas can't talk 'bout Chris if you ain't talk 'bout how Phat Dame soul left his body (That nigga checked)

Bitch do you fuck with the opps or not?

Cut that little act, we already know that you lyin' (I know that you lyin' bitch)

Out on my block, I don't do the hidin' (Fuck no)

We is the reason them niggas is dyin'

Crack a four and meet the 10, no we ain't playin' defiance

It got a fully behind it, give me a drop I'ma bomb it (I'ma bomb that shit)

Pop out the cut and surprise him, he don't see me, but I see him

Left and right let's box him in, want gang with us, go cook one then (Go cook a nigga then)

Can't get us a rapper, we cookin' his friends

We could jump out right here, we just gotta blend in

You got more then three hats, we can probably lock in

He got a bag on his head, then we cashin' it in

Zeem played graveyard so he got digged in

I can't get to the drop, I'm lobbin' it then (Real rap I leave a)

What's the lo'?

I already got the V, it's a go

What's the question?

Did they get back for Lil AJ? That's a no

(That shit dumb)

Took his burner, we had ran into the opps and he ain't blow (Gimme that fuckin' gun)

They don't ask me 'bout the score, 'cause they get belt they already know (Nigga already know)

We gon' get him, with his guy, creep up on him and move slow

Mir was loafin', then he disappeared like he Casper the Ghost (This nigga Casper)

I fucked his bitch and gave her boot, after she gave us the first lo' (The first lo')

Better not diss up on the dead, 'cause on the guys I do the most (I really do it)

And bitch we ranked, but if you call our phone 'bout bodies, I don't know (Fuck no)

We don't know you tryna swap, then we takin' it for sure

What I look like buyin' guns, the whole bity know I'm a doer, it's three and o

Been some years since the other side put on the board (They don't slide)

Catch a dickhead loafin' out of bounds and send him with the Lord

Post a vid inside a johnny, now she askin' where I'm at

Bitch, you can't hop inside this car, the cops might see us and react

The switch too fast (Brrt), left him on his back

[Outro]

Yo that nigga dead, yo (Nigga)

Left him on his back