Mook TBG - Opp Dropp (Extended) lyrics

(yeah, yeah, Neeko
You made that motherfuckin' beat?)
Yeah, body ah
(Ah, nah, you ain’t make that motherfucker)
Ha, yeah ha, ha, ha (Ha, ha, ha)
La di da di da, ha, ha, oh, ha, ha

I been through some shit
Don't talk about it
But let's talk about it
Chain it cost a whip
I might blow this shit at anybody (Anybody)
Always smoke exotic, talking racks
Let’s talk about it
I buy that bitch a body, brain good
Could've went to college
We not on no opp drop shit
He get popped quick
I be with some slums and this
Gun 'part of my outfit
I came in this bitch, I got it on
I wish they might trip (Ha)
La di da di da, ha, ha (Ha)
Chasing dead niggas

I got the engine in the trunk
Shit go past niggas (Vroom)
Vroom, vroom, vroom
He just mad 'cause he a broke nigga
Rest in peace my dawgs in the grave
Wish I could save niggas
Everyday I thought about a check
Now we some paid niggas (Count Up)
These chains wrapped around my neck
Like I'm a slave nigga
Fuck up his trap, kick his door
He got them meds in him (Grrah)
She a bread winner, fuck it
Spend some bread with her
Thought he was my dawg until he turned into
(Uh) a Fed nigga

I been through some shit
Don't talk about it
But let's talk about it
Chain it cost a whip
I might blow this shit at anybody (Anybody)
Always smoke exotic, talking racks
Let's talk about it
I buy that bitch a body, brain good
Could’ve went to college (Uh)
We not on no opp drop shit
He get popped quick
I be with some slums and this
Gun ’part of my outfit
I came in this bitch, I got it on
I wish they might trip
La di da di da, ha, ha (Ha, ha)
Chasing dead niggas (Dead niggas, count up)
Chasing dead niggas (Dead niggas, count up)
Chasing dead niggas (Dead niggas, count up)
Chasing dead niggas (Dead niggas)
La di da di da, ha, ha (Ha, ha)

I got these racks inside my jeans
Can't keep my pants up (Damn)
Smoking you niggas like a cancer
(Grrah, ha, ha, grrt)
I got a drum turn him to a dancer
I’m chasing and chasing a check
They calling my phone
(Count up, count up) , I never do answer
We hold that lil' nigga for ransom
(Ha, ha, ha) , really a savage, money addict
Wrap the money, hide it an attic, pull on me
I drop you the addy
Set him up, I send my lil' baddie
(Ha, ha, ha)
Rich like us, nigga, we laughing
Got guns just for you rappers
Diamond tester just for you cappers
He Chris rock, we know he a actor
(Ha, ha, ha)
He get whack, they pick him up after

I been through some shit
Don't talk about it
But let’s talk about it
Chain it cost a whip
I might blow this shit at anybody (Anybody)
Always smoke exotic, talking racks
Let's talk about it
I buy that bitch a body, brain good
Could've went to college (Uh)
We not on no opp drop shit
He get popped quick
I be with some slums and this
Gun 'part of my outfit
I came in this bitch, I got it on
I wish they might trip
La di da di da, ha, ha (Ha, ha)
Chasing dead niggas

Ha, ha, ha ha, ha, ha, ha, ha