I'm smoking dead opps
It keep on burning my chest
I know you heard about that dude
We smoked in them apartments
You ain't slid for your brothers
I pulled up got em wet
Karma wanna put that ring on me
But still I ain't bled
I'm off that opp pack
Whole lot of blood in my eyes
Still thuggin on that one street
Where jayjay died
Man I should killed
Now his ass doing life
And scared than a bitch
Cuz his shooters alive
I might be lying
But even if I ain't
This shit is true
Mr walk down
Been put em on da news
Fortyfake killer
I ain't f*cking with em too
And you know your boys a snitch
Deep down that shit ain't cool
Free them killers out the pin
Man they just like me
I get the drop up on a opp
And he gon rest in peace
When you talking bout beef
Make sure you got cheese
Cuz you gon need a lot of guns
Beefing with SMG
First degree homicides
We gon plot em out
Find out where he be
Bowling pin we knock him down
I was in that cell
Running round after round
I ain't worried bout a fade
I'm a run it I ain't going out
Opp bitches love me
They know I keep a pole
Clutching on my Nina
While my dick inside her throat
She gon hear this
And probably be like oh no
But it don't matter to a thug
Man she know I make her moan
Top opp that's me I'm living up to it
Had to cut him out the circle
Cuz that boy wasn't fit
Yeah I see you cracking fours
Acting tough and shit
But how the f*ck you fall in love
With a underage bitch
Hanging out with PC's
You be hanging with trash
That's why I went
And shot your cousin
You ain't do nothing back
Only got away
Cuz the tech had jammed
I would've done him
Like his brother
All inside a shitbag
Next time you in the booth
Let em know you're a simp
Man I heard everything
You done told that bitch
Talking bout you such a gunner
Let me know who you clipped
Ay you know who I shot
Shit you be hanging with them
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I'm smoking dead opps
It keep on burning my chest
I know you heard about that dude
We smoked in them apartments
You ain't slid for your brothers
I pulled up got em wet
Karma wanna put that ring on me
But still I ain't bled
I'm off that opp pack
Whole lot of blood in my eyes
Still thuggin on that one street
Where jayjay died
Man I should killed
Now his ass doing life
And scared than a bitch
Cuz his shooters alive
I might be lying
But even if I ain't
This shit is true
Mr walk down
Been put em on da news
Fortyfake killer
I ain't f*cking with em too
And you know your boys a snitch
Deep down that shit ain't cool
Free them killers out the pin
Man they just like me
I get the drop up on a opp
And he gon rest in peace
When you talking bout beef
Make sure you got cheese
Cuz you gon need a lot of guns
Beefing with SMG
First degree homicides
We gon plot em out
Find out where he be
Bowling pin we knock him down
I was in that cell
Running round after round
I ain't worried bout a fade
I'm a run it I ain't going out
Opp bitches love me
They know I keep a pole
Clutching on my Nina
While my dick inside her throat
She gon hear this
And probably be like oh no
But it don't matter to a thug
Man she know I make her moan
Top opp that's me I'm living up to it
Had to cut him out the circle
Cuz that boy wasn't fit
Yeah I see you cracking fours
Acting tough and shit
But how the f*ck you fall in love
With a underage bitch
Hanging out with PC's
You be hanging with trash
That's why I went
And shot your cousin
You ain't do nothing back
Only got away
Cuz the tech had jammed
I would've done him
Like his brother
All inside a shitbag
Next time you in the booth
Let em know you're a simp
Man I heard everything
You done told that bitch
Talking bout you such a gunner
Let me know who you clipped
Ay you know who I shot
Shit you be hanging with them
It keep on burning my chest
I know you heard about that dude
We smoked in them apartments
You ain't slid for your brothers
I pulled up got em wet
Karma wanna put that ring on me
But still I ain't bled
I'm off that opp pack
Whole lot of blood in my eyes
Still thuggin on that one street
Where jayjay died
Man I should killed
Now his ass doing life
And scared than a bitch
Cuz his shooters alive
I might be lying
But even if I ain't
This shit is true
Mr walk down
Been put em on da news
Fortyfake killer
I ain't f*cking with em too
And you know your boys a snitch
Deep down that shit ain't cool
Free them killers out the pin
Man they just like me
I get the drop up on a opp
And he gon rest in peace
When you talking bout beef
Make sure you got cheese
Cuz you gon need a lot of guns
Beefing with SMG
First degree homicides
We gon plot em out
Find out where he be
Bowling pin we knock him down
I was in that cell
Running round after round
I ain't worried bout a fade
I'm a run it I ain't going out
Opp bitches love me
They know I keep a pole
Clutching on my Nina
While my dick inside her throat
She gon hear this
And probably be like oh no
But it don't matter to a thug
Man she know I make her moan
Top opp that's me I'm living up to it
Had to cut him out the circle
Cuz that boy wasn't fit
Yeah I see you cracking fours
Acting tough and shit
But how the f*ck you fall in love
With a underage bitch
Hanging out with PC's
You be hanging with trash
That's why I went
And shot your cousin
You ain't do nothing back
Only got away
Cuz the tech had jammed
I would've done him
Like his brother
All inside a shitbag
Next time you in the booth
Let em know you're a simp
Man I heard everything
You done told that bitch
Talking bout you such a gunner
Let me know who you clipped
Ay you know who I shot
Shit you be hanging with them
Writer: Andrew Macho
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