y4ng - Dead Opps Lyrics

On some new shit, f*ck that old shit
Drive that new whip, f*ck that old whip
With my new bitch, f*ck my old bitch
Racks so damn fat, I can't hold it
Need like five bands, you can't hoe me
Roll that three five I'm getting holy
Pour that damn drank, sip it slowly
I'm on the run, I'm on the run, I'm on the run
F*ck nigga catch up I'm going too fast for you bitch
Finna hit Eliantte, put a lil 30 ball on my wrist
Watch how you talk nigga throw yo body bag in that ditch
Pockets on blues, crip
I'm with my dog, tell em sick
(I-it, it come with hawk tuah)
I got a bad hoe make her spit
I got a pack nigga make it flip
Feelin like 00 rockin rick
These niggas dick ride that shit sick
Put a whole three five in the spliff
Shit ain't sweet nigga hit his top
Throw a opp nigga in some grabs
Lil bro work the stick he like grah
All my opps they dead
All my opps they dead
All my opps they dead
On some new shit, f*ck that old shit
Drive that new whip, f*ck that old whip
With my new bitch, f*ck my old bitch
Racks so damn fat, I can't hold it
Need like five bands, you can't hoe me
Roll that three five I'm getting holy
Pour that damn drank, sip it slowly