YoungBoy Never Broke Again, P Yungin, NBA Big B - Dead Opps* lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again, P Yungin, NBA Big B - Dead Opps* lyrics]
Knife on front that cutter
Take out three opps he a gang baby
Ain't no tellin' what he do for tear drops
In hell like I'm satan chasing after money
Stop for nothin' I been real impatient
Keep that on the under it come
Out we switching up locations
Kill that pussy bitch and at
His funeral a celebration
Talking out your top we catch you
Lacking leave you swerving lazy
Tap in with my youngin with that
Cutter he go crazy crazy
Demon baby think he was a child of satan
Maybe i should put a bag on the whole team
How you feelin', nigga? Go to the lot
Cash out on a brand new machine
Bitch nigga play then I'ma punch him down
Don't fuck round wit' me
Hundred rounds for your partner but
Your other partner deceased
4KTrey here wit' plenty killers murder
How them niggas eat
He dead now he can't talk no more
His brains is left in them streets
Hold on, pitch fork
Knife on front that cutter
Take out three opps he a gang baby
Ain't no tellin' what he do for tear drops
In hell like I'm satan chasing after money
Stop for nothin' I been real impatient
Keep that on the under it come
Out we switching up locations