More Money Then The Opps

Lyrics

[Intro] (BandGang) [Verse 1: BandGang Javar & OnFully] Ask the streets, ain't no stories 'bout me runnin' off But you might hit her hoes braggin' 'bout the shit I bought Duh, she fuckin', man, you know how much these hoodies cost Done blessed the hoes for so long, they think we in a cult Creator show my case, they all want me in prison Old hoes saw my new card, they want me to get 'em Biggs called me with some money, on the floor I'ma spin 'em Got too many people that depend on me to be simpin' I heard they payin' ten for my drop But I got too many housеs, they don't know which one to cop Can't afford to buy 'em all, you know P wait in stock Wе ain't got them type of problems, that's why they keep gettin' shot Opps keep makin' diss songs tryna talk me to death That ain't gon' bring **** back, niggas wastin' they breath Niggas wastin' PPP, now they tryna indict (Shee) I came like the stimulus, got everybody a check [Verse 2: OnFully] I came with the baby Draco, this K is compact Shells hotboxed the whip, his mans caught a contact Hundred nights, hundred days on that road, we beyond that (We beyond that) You tryna learn what I'm doin', you a blind rat (Blind rat) I ain't tryna kick it, I ain't Van Damme How the striker go so fast, thought it was a Lamb' (Skrrt) I got his bitch in my phone, she's just another fan You ain't did shit if you never made a hundred grand [Verse 3: BandGang Javar] Made a couple hundred out the house on MT I ain't into real estate, we was swipin' GCs Used to think that was a lot, shit, I was only nineteen I spend more than that buyin' cribs to grow weed Could've spend that on clothes, could've took it to the jeweler I thought a hundred 'bows every month'd look cooler Every day, the opps makin' diss songs, they sore losers You would think they get tired of gettin' shot and stop sooner [Verse 4: BandGang Lonnie Bands] But they ain't had enough But they'll throw the white flag just to rap with us These niggas throw rocks, they gon' rat on us I know twenty-four cops that wrote a statement up You know you fucked up, right? You know you fucked up lettin' Lonnie run all this paper up I could cop new ice But you can't cop a new life when we take it from him Nevermind the bullshit, I gotta play the bust I'm the one that had Smokey off the angel dust Bring that PCP back like it's '91 Tuh, bring a quarter ki' back in Dexter's thumb That's my hand on the spoon when I'm whippin' up You ain't never used a mac spoon, you ain't old enough I'm the elephant in the room, bag tall as fuck I don't know what they told you, they can't fuck with us [Outro] (LiL RoN on the track, boy)