Cameron Azi, Eem Triplin - Dead Opps lyrics

I know why niggas hating I'm the shit
Man I get it get a lotta money
Flip it then I go and spend it
See the Opps dead on the gram
Nigga good riddance
Spin the block two times wait
Fuck it I ain't finished
Focus and you lift this spend
No money I ain't trickin'
If you see my demon it's
That dosé I've been sippin'
Put that nigga on a shirt
And he still missin'
I said put that nigga on a
Shirt and he still missin'

G-g-get popped see your body lock
I'mma fuck his thot send you to the top
Connect the dots i make these shells pop
Catch him on the news we gon' shoot at you

Playin' with this money cause I can
See that it's too face
Can't fuck no Instagram thot that
Bitch is too fake stay up
I stay in the trap till it's a new day
These niggas too busy running think
They don't get no pay i ain't from thе hood
You can't step in ville
See you at the light and I know you gon' peel
You rеally want the beef then
These palms will feel
I'mma pop that bitch like I'm poppin' a seal
Can't sign me, today's the deal
I don't even ball but I stay in the field
Sleepin' on the floor
That tool got me my meals
Been through this shit
Give a fuck how you feel

G-get popped see your body lock
I'mma fuck his thot send you to the cop
Connect the dots i make these shells pop
Catch him on the news we gon' shoot at you
Catch him on the news we gon' shoot at you
Catch him on the news we gon' shoot at you