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PGF Nuk - Not Opps Lyrics
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[ Featuring EST Gee ]

(Whit locked and loaded)
(Ah, it's like a breath of fresh air)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (they got Wooski on the mix)

Pop out with them racks like I hit the jackpot, uh (jackpot)
Boy, you ain't no threat, boy, them niggas not opps
We don't chase bops, lil' baby sittin' there loaded, get him dropped (dropped)
Like a pill, he get popped (ayy), they can't chill on that block (go)
Uh, uh
Boy, them niggas not opps (not opps)
Why they dissin' on 'lil bro? They ain't never sent no shots
They ain't never spinned his block (block), they ain't never get this cock (this cock)
He ain't never get up close, and if he did, fah, fah, uh (fah, fah)

They not the opposition, ayy (not the opposition)
We the ones slidin', we the ones doin' all the killin', ayy (all the killin')
Shorty cold but he is not chillin', ayy (but he is not chillin')
We the ones that's masked up, he creepin' up like a villain, ayy
No feelings, shorty masked up, he just stay drillin'
You tweakin', gang, your life'll change, uh, you better go live it (go live it)
Uh (uh), you niggas not my enemies (my enemies)
He dissin' me, you better keep that same energy (that same energy)
Met him at his crib behind a tree, he tryna make 'em bleed
Ain't no touchin' me, no f*ckin' me (what?), Shorty ugly
I drop, what up? So niggas know what's up with me (what's up with me)
Ain't no school bussin' me (no school bussin'), nigga better bust his G (bust his G, go)

Pop out with them racks like I hit the jackpot, uh (jackpot)
Boy, you ain't no threat, boy, them niggas not opps
We don't chase bops, lil' baby sittin' there loaded, get him dropped (dropped)
Like a pill, he get popped (ayy), they can't chill on that block (go)
Uh, uh
Boy, them niggas not opps (not opps)
Why they dissin' on 'lil bro? They ain't never sent no shots
They ain't never spinned his block (block), they ain't never get this cock (this cock)
He ain't never get up close, and if he did, fah, fah, uh (fah, fah)

We the ones that made it hot, they don't post up on that block
Well, they can, but if they do, then there's a chance they might get shot
I be givin' up my drop, postin' ridin' through my hood
Niggas scared when I pop out, Yolly with a hot gun
If you from where I'm from, then you in the red zone
This a looney case, you headstones, send your man home (brr, brr, brr, brr)
You can ask him if you want it, ain't a drop I pass on
Catch him smokin' in his car, listen to his last song
Think his office back on, kids tryna act grown
But I'ma show 'em, bringin' pressure to a nigga made me home
Plus, I'm deep, I'm not alone, how the f*ck you dodge a switch?
Sound like Tommy, hommies cancel niggas Christmas like The Grinch (uh)

Pop out with them racks like I hit the jackpot, uh (jackpot)
Boy, you ain't no threat, boy, them niggas not opps
We don't chase bops, lil' baby sittin' there loaded, get him dropped (dropped)
Like a pill, he get popped (ayy), they can't chill on that block (go)
Uh, uh
Boy, them niggas not opps (not opps)
Why they dissin' on 'lil bro? They ain't never sent no shots
They ain't never spinned his block (block), they ain't never get this cock (this cock)
He ain't never get up close, and if he did, fah, fah, uh (fah, fah, grah)
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(Whit locked and loaded)
(Ah, it's like a breath of fresh air)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (they got Wooski on the mix)

Pop out with them racks like I hit the jackpot, uh (jackpot)
Boy, you ain't no threat, boy, them niggas not opps
We don't chase bops, lil' baby sittin' there loaded, get him dropped (dropped)
Like a pill, he get popped (ayy), they can't chill on that block (go)
Uh, uh
Boy, them niggas not opps (not opps)
Why they dissin' on 'lil bro? They ain't never sent no shots
They ain't never spinned his block (block), they ain't never get this cock (this cock)
He ain't never get up close, and if he did, fah, fah, uh (fah, fah)

They not the opposition, ayy (not the opposition)
We the ones slidin', we the ones doin' all the killin', ayy (all the killin')
Shorty cold but he is not chillin', ayy (but he is not chillin')
We the ones that's masked up, he creepin' up like a villain, ayy
No feelings, shorty masked up, he just stay drillin'
You tweakin', gang, your life'll change, uh, you better go live it (go live it)
Uh (uh), you niggas not my enemies (my enemies)
He dissin' me, you better keep that same energy (that same energy)
Met him at his crib behind a tree, he tryna make 'em bleed
Ain't no touchin' me, no f*ckin' me (what?), Shorty ugly
I drop, what up? So niggas know what's up with me (what's up with me)
Ain't no school bussin' me (no school bussin'), nigga better bust his G (bust his G, go)

Pop out with them racks like I hit the jackpot, uh (jackpot)
Boy, you ain't no threat, boy, them niggas not opps
We don't chase bops, lil' baby sittin' there loaded, get him dropped (dropped)
Like a pill, he get popped (ayy), they can't chill on that block (go)
Uh, uh
Boy, them niggas not opps (not opps)
Why they dissin' on 'lil bro? They ain't never sent no shots
They ain't never spinned his block (block), they ain't never get this cock (this cock)
He ain't never get up close, and if he did, fah, fah, uh (fah, fah)

We the ones that made it hot, they don't post up on that block
Well, they can, but if they do, then there's a chance they might get shot
I be givin' up my drop, postin' ridin' through my hood
Niggas scared when I pop out, Yolly with a hot gun
If you from where I'm from, then you in the red zone
This a looney case, you headstones, send your man home (brr, brr, brr, brr)
You can ask him if you want it, ain't a drop I pass on
Catch him smokin' in his car, listen to his last song
Think his office back on, kids tryna act grown
But I'ma show 'em, bringin' pressure to a nigga made me home
Plus, I'm deep, I'm not alone, how the f*ck you dodge a switch?
Sound like Tommy, hommies cancel niggas Christmas like The Grinch (uh)

Pop out with them racks like I hit the jackpot, uh (jackpot)
Boy, you ain't no threat, boy, them niggas not opps
We don't chase bops, lil' baby sittin' there loaded, get him dropped (dropped)
Like a pill, he get popped (ayy), they can't chill on that block (go)
Uh, uh
Boy, them niggas not opps (not opps)
Why they dissin' on 'lil bro? They ain't never sent no shots
They ain't never spinned his block (block), they ain't never get this cock (this cock)
He ain't never get up close, and if he did, fah, fah, uh (fah, fah, grah)
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Writer: George Albert Stone III, Wilson Taylor Whitlock, Virgil Gibson, Jeffery Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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