La Cracka, Kshordy, JakeJhit - Fuck Da Opps lyrics
[La Cracka, Kshordy, JakeJhit - Fuck Da Opps lyrics]
Yeah boom, boom
Free Wall boom
Dissing my brothers they think it's a game
(Hah)
This shit gotta stop, mention Lil' Bibbs
Got 4 K's 2 or 3 Glocks
NIggas playing wrong, got his shit stopped
(Boom, boom) what's the point of slidin'
If ain't shit dropped?
You know time will tell that's
Why I'm on the clock
Scam to get on tryna make it to the top
Four pocket's full, double them knots
Ain't chasing no hoe 'cause
These bitches be thots
Running game on me that some she not
Tried to run from the gun nigga, got shot
Choppas flying 'round the hood
Got the block hot
Don't let off a missile sound like a swat
Don't hang wit nigga's they be tryna plot
Have my shorty wipe your nose
Ain't talking bout snot
Talm 'bout on go that's sum' they not
Free hoe on go put the gun to her twat
And I been on a drill
Tryna split a nigga noggin'
I done seen 50K just chillin' in the spot
Ran up my own bag now
My pockets full of knots
Keep dissin' on my brother put
His ass on spot
When time get cold shoot his ass make it hot
Dissing my brothers they think it's a game
(Hah)
This shit gotta stop, mention Lil' Bibbs
Got 4 K's 2 or 3 Glocks
NIggas playing wrong, got his shit stopped
(Boom, boom) what's the point of slidin'
If ain't shit dropped?
You know time will tell that's
Why I'm on the clock
They make a song like 2
Of they mans ain't dead
They rappers, them niggas ain't opps
I was on Melvin with jit
Like the day before last
Them niggas don't be on their block
I hit a opp in the trap she shakin' that ass
These bitches ain't getting my drop
(She ain't getting my drop)
I see a nigga out east I'm dropping my mask
I'm dropping my mask I swear on my Glock
Leeke got hit in his top (In his top)
Bought us a switch he ain't getting too far
Ride 4 deep under 2 per cent tint
So you know who I'm with you
Can't see in this car hoppin' on feet
Lil' Shug try to get with that fence
I heard he got hit with that Glock
(He got hit with' that Glock)
Smoking on Meechie and Leeke
They speaking on Teke
I'm rollin' 23 in my Gar
Niggas gone die if they bring up spazz
Got 100 round mags
Boy you won't get far (You won't get far)
Spin-on yo block ima be on
Feet boy I'm serious
Im trying to put 3 ina gar (Put Ina Gar)
They keep on speaking on Peedy
Like we don't smoke Leeke
That nigga got caught in a car (Leeeekeee)
Bullets they hit you and
They leave you leaning
We passing out shots you can call us a bar
You know we be sliding got 200 shots
Fill a opp up leave his body to rot
Used to be broke, now I keep me a knot
Blowing through this shit
Get it back because I got it
Opps be hiding they know we got rockets
Big 308 bullets rip through his body
I don't wish jail on nun of my opps
Tell them cracker's free FaceGo
And free Scotty
All my brothers ongo we blowing them heads
Everyone of us done beat a "homie"
Caught shug lackin' on lean they done did
Wrap jit up like a mummy
Switch on the back of my Glock
Hit him all in his top
I was aiming that bitch at his tummy
Get on the ground when you hear this chop
Don't have no vest
Ain't no sense of running
2 Glock's 2 of my 3 762's tell
His we don't fuck with Ku's
Opps they scared they don't be out man
Them pussy ass nigga's sum' fools
Channel 408 Facego Ksoo got yo momma'
And daddy crying on the news
You can call us hot we be chasing down opp's
Almost every damn day like we chasing blues
Yall nigga's slow as fuck, hah boom
Boom
Free Wall boom
Dissing my brothers they think it's a game
(Hah)
This shit gotta stop, mention Lil' Bibbs
Got 4 K's 2 or 3 Glocks
NIggas playing wrong, got his shit stopped
(Boom, boom) what's the point of slidin'
If ain't shit dropped?
You know time will tell that's
Why I'm on the clock
Scam to get on tryna make it to the top
Four pocket's full, double them knots
Ain't chasing no hoe 'cause
These bitches be thots
Running game on me that some she not
Tried to run from the gun nigga, got shot
Choppas flying 'round the hood
Got the block hot
Don't let off a missile sound like a swat
Don't hang wit nigga's they be tryna plot
Have my shorty wipe your nose
Ain't talking bout snot
Talm 'bout on go that's sum' they not
Free hoe on go put the gun to her twat
And I been on a drill
Tryna split a nigga noggin'
I done seen 50K just chillin' in the spot
Ran up my own bag now
My pockets full of knots
Keep dissin' on my brother put
His ass on spot
When time get cold shoot his ass make it hot
Dissing my brothers they think it's a game
(Hah)
This shit gotta stop, mention Lil' Bibbs
Got 4 K's 2 or 3 Glocks
NIggas playing wrong, got his shit stopped
(Boom, boom) what's the point of slidin'
If ain't shit dropped?
You know time will tell that's
Why I'm on the clock
They make a song like 2
Of they mans ain't dead
They rappers, them niggas ain't opps
I was on Melvin with jit
Like the day before last
Them niggas don't be on their block
I hit a opp in the trap she shakin' that ass
These bitches ain't getting my drop
(She ain't getting my drop)
I see a nigga out east I'm dropping my mask
I'm dropping my mask I swear on my Glock
Leeke got hit in his top (In his top)
Bought us a switch he ain't getting too far
Ride 4 deep under 2 per cent tint
So you know who I'm with you
Can't see in this car hoppin' on feet
Lil' Shug try to get with that fence
I heard he got hit with that Glock
(He got hit with' that Glock)
Smoking on Meechie and Leeke
They speaking on Teke
I'm rollin' 23 in my Gar
Niggas gone die if they bring up spazz
Got 100 round mags
Boy you won't get far (You won't get far)
Spin-on yo block ima be on
Feet boy I'm serious
Im trying to put 3 ina gar (Put Ina Gar)
They keep on speaking on Peedy
Like we don't smoke Leeke
That nigga got caught in a car (Leeeekeee)
Bullets they hit you and
They leave you leaning
We passing out shots you can call us a bar
You know we be sliding got 200 shots
Fill a opp up leave his body to rot
Used to be broke, now I keep me a knot
Blowing through this shit
Get it back because I got it
Opps be hiding they know we got rockets
Big 308 bullets rip through his body
I don't wish jail on nun of my opps
Tell them cracker's free FaceGo
And free Scotty
All my brothers ongo we blowing them heads
Everyone of us done beat a "homie"
Caught shug lackin' on lean they done did
Wrap jit up like a mummy
Switch on the back of my Glock
Hit him all in his top
I was aiming that bitch at his tummy
Get on the ground when you hear this chop
Don't have no vest
Ain't no sense of running
2 Glock's 2 of my 3 762's tell
His we don't fuck with Ku's
Opps they scared they don't be out man
Them pussy ass nigga's sum' fools
Channel 408 Facego Ksoo got yo momma'
And daddy crying on the news
You can call us hot we be chasing down opp's
Almost every damn day like we chasing blues
Yall nigga's slow as fuck, hah boom
Boom