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Alright, nigga
Free my hood, nigga, f*ck your hood, nigga (I f*cked all you niggas' bitches)
I'm still on the ave where it's all good, nigga (I'ma kill all of the opps, nigga)
Okay, come on (f*ck the opps, them niggas hoes, nigga)

One of the opps just died (his dumb ass)
We finna dig his ass up and kill him again (shit, you know that)
That nigga survivin' .9s, I bet he gon' die
He get hit with this big-ass .10 (you know that)
To all the opps, I hope y'all enjoyin' life
'Cause most of y'all shit finna end (y'all finna die)
Try to hang with the opps, your ass gon' die
That's somethin' I don't recommend (dumbass, dumbass)
The opps so goofy, they dumb ass came through spinnin' and killed an old-ass man (they slow ass)
It's finna get hot outside, can y'all pretty please post so we can come through with the fans?
Shootin' the micro drac' without no gloves and that bitch burned my hand (ah, shit)
One of the opps ot, he finna come back, we killin' him soon as he land (his dumb ass)
Hit his ass all in his back, the bitch ain't die, but we changed the way he stand (his dumb ass)
I'm young and turnt, that bitch gon' suck my dick as soon as she see my pants (for real, f*ck)
That nigga wasn't usin' his head, so I shot him in it, now I bet he understand (his dumb ass)
Famous just beat that body, now who want smoke? We passin' it out firsthand
Okay, we layin' the belt on the opps, you know that
12 hit the lights, don't stop, you know that
I know he don't got no motion, he broke as f*ck
He keep on postin' throwbacks (you know that)
We bounced out on him, his ho ass had his gun
But his bitch ass just ain't blow back (you know that)
We hit his ass so many times, he was still movin'
So I told lil three to go back (okay, you know that)
The opps so gay, they ain't never in they hood
They probably somewhere with diddy (they gay ass)
You niggas is not my opps, y'all broke as fuc
Y'all can't even leave the city (the f*ck?)
Lil three told me, "Just focus on rap, everybody out west know we get busy" (we wild)
Caught him on Austin, left his dumb ass in the alley
You would think we was watchin' disney (his dumb ass)
Yeah, I'm 'posed to be up in the stu'
But I'm up in the hot spinnin' 'til I get dizzy (I'm spinnin')
It's a lot of bunk shit in the city, somebody go tell her, I wanna f*ck on sizzy (for real)
I'm pourin' up four after four, I don't really care, it's basically f*ck my kidneys
When I up this hundred, please do not dick ride
'Cause you bitch-ass niggas won't with me (y'all broke-ass niggas)

Broke-ass niggas, f*ck on
Ayy, look, free my hood, nigga, f*ck your hood, nigga
We'll come extort your hood, nigga (you know that)
This shit finna get crazy, man (real crazy)
When I drop, man (get the f*ck out the way)
Y'all might as well get the f*ck out my way, man, 'cause this shit finna get crazy
You niggas don't even wanna-, man, I don't know
All the opps finna die
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Alright, nigga
Free my hood, nigga, f*ck your hood, nigga (I f*cked all you niggas' bitches)
I'm still on the ave where it's all good, nigga (I'ma kill all of the opps, nigga)
Okay, come on (f*ck the opps, them niggas hoes, nigga)

One of the opps just died (his dumb ass)
We finna dig his ass up and kill him again (shit, you know that)
That nigga survivin' .9s, I bet he gon' die
He get hit with this big-ass .10 (you know that)
To all the opps, I hope y'all enjoyin' life
'Cause most of y'all shit finna end (y'all finna die)
Try to hang with the opps, your ass gon' die
That's somethin' I don't recommend (dumbass, dumbass)
The opps so goofy, they dumb ass came through spinnin' and killed an old-ass man (they slow ass)
It's finna get hot outside, can y'all pretty please post so we can come through with the fans?
Shootin' the micro drac' without no gloves and that bitch burned my hand (ah, shit)
One of the opps ot, he finna come back, we killin' him soon as he land (his dumb ass)
Hit his ass all in his back, the bitch ain't die, but we changed the way he stand (his dumb ass)
I'm young and turnt, that bitch gon' suck my dick as soon as she see my pants (for real, f*ck)
That nigga wasn't usin' his head, so I shot him in it, now I bet he understand (his dumb ass)
Famous just beat that body, now who want smoke? We passin' it out firsthand
Okay, we layin' the belt on the opps, you know that
12 hit the lights, don't stop, you know that
I know he don't got no motion, he broke as f*ck
He keep on postin' throwbacks (you know that)
We bounced out on him, his ho ass had his gun
But his bitch ass just ain't blow back (you know that)
We hit his ass so many times, he was still movin'
So I told lil three to go back (okay, you know that)
The opps so gay, they ain't never in they hood
They probably somewhere with diddy (they gay ass)
You niggas is not my opps, y'all broke as fuc
Y'all can't even leave the city (the f*ck?)
Lil three told me, "Just focus on rap, everybody out west know we get busy" (we wild)
Caught him on Austin, left his dumb ass in the alley
You would think we was watchin' disney (his dumb ass)
Yeah, I'm 'posed to be up in the stu'
But I'm up in the hot spinnin' 'til I get dizzy (I'm spinnin')
It's a lot of bunk shit in the city, somebody go tell her, I wanna f*ck on sizzy (for real)
I'm pourin' up four after four, I don't really care, it's basically f*ck my kidneys
When I up this hundred, please do not dick ride
'Cause you bitch-ass niggas won't with me (y'all broke-ass niggas)

Broke-ass niggas, f*ck on
Ayy, look, free my hood, nigga, f*ck your hood, nigga
We'll come extort your hood, nigga (you know that)
This shit finna get crazy, man (real crazy)
When I drop, man (get the f*ck out the way)
Y'all might as well get the f*ck out my way, man, 'cause this shit finna get crazy
You niggas don't even wanna-, man, I don't know
All the opps finna die
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Writer: Tremell Clemons, Djuan Hart, Clifford J. Harris, Davon Meeks, Leland Sanford Austin
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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