Homixide Gang, Problem Child 5 - MW5 lyrics

Hey man, ya'll smoke that opp pack though?
Lemme roll that shit up right quick
(WassupJP)
(Deno, you cookin' up)

I smoke H5, I'm with R5
Fuck who outside, let that stick ride
We on opp time, man yo momma crying (man yo momma)
Cause her son died (cause her son died), all these bullets flying (all these bullets flying)
What you saying (what you saying), if ain't no opp pack then don't roll (don't roll)
Nigga mention me on Instagram just like some hoes (like some hoes)
Nigga said he want some smoke when me and then he told (then he told)
I can't even hit that block that shit got outta control

We might creep up on his street, choppa loaded up that's sweet
Need a opp [_], fuck that shit no body sleep
I won't never say your name unless I see you come for me
How the fuck you want these problems with the gang and you won't [_]
Nigga playing around the problem, he ain't gonna make it call the street
He was talking how he deceased, how we did it him it was sweet
Catch a nigga lacking, let him have it [_]
Man that shit is tragic, [_]
He gonna call his family, I ride round with automatics (auto, glizzy)
Hit his block (hit his block) wit' sticky, icky, now his child abandoned (sticky, icky)
Shoota's praying (shoota's praying) for a body, acting likes some addicts (had to chill)
Now your family want some justice, screaming "why that happen?" ("why that happen, shit! ")

I smoke H5, I'm with R5
Fuck who outside, let that stick ride
We on opp time, man yo momma crying (man yo momma)
Cause her son died (cause her son died), all these bullets flying (all these bullets flying)
What you saying (what you saying), if ain't no opp pack then don't roll (don't roll)
Nigga mention me on Instagram just like some hoes (ain't dope)
Nigga said he want some smoke when me and then he told (then he told)
I can't even hit that block that shit got outta control (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, what?)

Huh, huh, huh, choppa make me get down woah (what?)
Huh, huh, huh,.762 come out the [_] (what?)
[_]
Know imma go, steppin' on they block like woah (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Bitch I'm a trapstar, bitch I'm a rockstar, woah (woah, Homixide)
Yeah, we rocking out shows, you know we geting hella dough (what?)
Do this shit for the bros, we stacking this shit [?] (Homixide)
You know this bitch rock and roll, you know I'm stickin' with my guys (what?)
It's Homixide, yeah, for life

Yeah, choppa's on choppa's it's opp time
We get to driving, we walk down
Free all my niggas out the dog pound, know I ain't putting my gun down
I like to hear how the gun sounds, I like to smoke on the H5
Poppin' our way on the opp time, yeah
Opp time, opp time, opp time, let's go
Opp time, opp time, opp time
Poppin' our way on the opp time