F*ck the opps, you know that we got plenty guns for them
You try to something funny, we gon' leave you in the ground with them
Run it back to what I said, you know I never lack
Give a f*ck about a bitch, we getting plenty racks
The way I got her twitching, you'll think that she off a perc
The way I give it to her, if I don't, she'll go berserk
F*ck the opps, they try to run up, then they gon' get murked
They not getting to no money, all them bitches broke
She gave me head and got a headache, I gave her Tylenol
She asked me if I nutted in her, I said, I don't know
I send hoes to get the drop on opps and drop the low
This 40 cal could blow your head off, so you best stay low
When we up the score , that's when I do my bop, yeah
Run it up until the top, I'll never stop, yeah
I said, half up on a baby, she said, uh, yeah
And I go by Andy Swervo, I got plenty fans
Vonte, that's my brother, you know that I'll ride for him
If you speak up on my name, you know that you my son
Give a f*ck about opp, we don't care about no bum
If you being funny, you'll get rolled up in a blunt
I don't smoke, but I be smoking all up on my opps
He try to run up, brodie got a shot gun, make em flop
He don't take no pills, but I'ma make that boy pop
He said he could rap, I heard his shit, that boy a flop
F*ck the opps, you know that we got plenty guns for them
You try to something funny, we gon' leave you in the ground with them
Run it back to what I said, you know I never lack
Give a f*ck about a bitch, we getting plenty racks
The way I got her twitching, you'll think that she off a perc
The way I give it to her, if I don't, she'll go berserk
F*ck the opps, they try to run up, then they gon' get murked
They not getting to no money, all them bitches broke
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F*ck the opps, you know that we got plenty guns for them
You try to something funny, we gon' leave you in the ground with them
Run it back to what I said, you know I never lack
Give a f*ck about a bitch, we getting plenty racks
The way I got her twitching, you'll think that she off a perc
The way I give it to her, if I don't, she'll go berserk
F*ck the opps, they try to run up, then they gon' get murked
They not getting to no money, all them bitches broke
She gave me head and got a headache, I gave her Tylenol
She asked me if I nutted in her, I said, I don't know
I send hoes to get the drop on opps and drop the low
This 40 cal could blow your head off, so you best stay low
When we up the score , that's when I do my bop, yeah
Run it up until the top, I'll never stop, yeah
I said, half up on a baby, she said, uh, yeah
And I go by Andy Swervo, I got plenty fans
Vonte, that's my brother, you know that I'll ride for him
If you speak up on my name, you know that you my son
Give a f*ck about opp, we don't care about no bum
If you being funny, you'll get rolled up in a blunt
I don't smoke, but I be smoking all up on my opps
He try to run up, brodie got a shot gun, make em flop
He don't take no pills, but I'ma make that boy pop
He said he could rap, I heard his shit, that boy a flop
F*ck the opps, you know that we got plenty guns for them
You try to something funny, we gon' leave you in the ground with them
Run it back to what I said, you know I never lack
Give a f*ck about a bitch, we getting plenty racks
The way I got her twitching, you'll think that she off a perc
The way I give it to her, if I don't, she'll go berserk
F*ck the opps, they try to run up, then they gon' get murked
They not getting to no money, all them bitches broke
You try to something funny, we gon' leave you in the ground with them
Run it back to what I said, you know I never lack
Give a f*ck about a bitch, we getting plenty racks
The way I got her twitching, you'll think that she off a perc
The way I give it to her, if I don't, she'll go berserk
F*ck the opps, they try to run up, then they gon' get murked
They not getting to no money, all them bitches broke
She gave me head and got a headache, I gave her Tylenol
She asked me if I nutted in her, I said, I don't know
I send hoes to get the drop on opps and drop the low
This 40 cal could blow your head off, so you best stay low
When we up the score , that's when I do my bop, yeah
Run it up until the top, I'll never stop, yeah
I said, half up on a baby, she said, uh, yeah
And I go by Andy Swervo, I got plenty fans
Vonte, that's my brother, you know that I'll ride for him
If you speak up on my name, you know that you my son
Give a f*ck about opp, we don't care about no bum
If you being funny, you'll get rolled up in a blunt
I don't smoke, but I be smoking all up on my opps
He try to run up, brodie got a shot gun, make em flop
He don't take no pills, but I'ma make that boy pop
He said he could rap, I heard his shit, that boy a flop
F*ck the opps, you know that we got plenty guns for them
You try to something funny, we gon' leave you in the ground with them
Run it back to what I said, you know I never lack
Give a f*ck about a bitch, we getting plenty racks
The way I got her twitching, you'll think that she off a perc
The way I give it to her, if I don't, she'll go berserk
F*ck the opps, they try to run up, then they gon' get murked
They not getting to no money, all them bitches broke
Writer: Anderson Caceres
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