Fucc da Opps

Lyrics
[Intro] Opp! Skr Skr Hood Fame Gang [?] man [?] We ain't [?] with you niggas Get to poppin' at you niggas Hood fame young gettin trap Seventeen five for the work bitch I'm holding I sip so much of fucking red I coulda flooded my Rolex [?] got yo bitch [?] holy Camaro 2017 I dropped that bitch like a [?] I'm the man I'm the fucking man See them bands [?] blow it like a fan I got a plan, get that money however I can Yo bitch a fan, see them bands, now she want a check [?] spray like [?] for you roach a niggas I might end up in a cage for you broke ass niggas I put a 100 on a K for you hoe ass niggas Told them don't put me on a stage with these folk ass niggas Poured a four full of xan [?] my nigga Ran out with a sack, me and [Juu?] I told 'em come and get 'em Bag on my head, don't give a fuck I'm riding with my pistol Popped at me from across the street but he ain't make it out [?] I'm on a 120 grams of Percocet might overdose on Tech 50,000 dollar lick I bought it out of my pocket I was supposed to pick yo bitch, the drank made me forget I was supposed to go to court I overslept now I'm on a jet Now I'm back on the run, me and lil [?] [?] six [?] [?] folk can't get nun Copped them cases back to back if it would've been you nigga you would've rat And I know that shit for a fact Free [?] 'till he back I'm the one and that's a fact Sippin on red not no Act You bought a book, it was wet Pop at [?] you get whacked Don't get yo lil bitch ass jacked Don't get yo lil bitch ass snatched Big old thooka nigga I don't want a [?] Young nigga trap with a shooter [?] you know he shooter He begging for body, you young nigga try me He pop him shoot him bullets spread him like rumors Yo favorite rapper he my son he my junior Chopper bullets hit his head like a tumor Fuck the feds, free [?] Domino [?] take 'em back to your jeweler Codeine fiend I'm a user Fuck the plug I rob him Run up on him with the chopper Fuck nigga move I'ma pop him [?] Can't get [?] We turn your block into [?] [?] go check the [?] [?] ran off on the plug hit him for a [?] And now they is tryna kill him yeah yeah [?] [?] we don't know you getting served Leave him stanking on the curb that's my motherfucking [?] 32,000 get you 27 zips Well I'ma take a 9 [?] turn it back to a brick If you don't know [?] then that money don't make sense I'm a hood fame nigga pulling tricks And they tryna steal my lingo I'm trapping like I'm Nino You said that that yo bitch but yeah she said she was single In the club acting you gon' die you took this Chino FN hit you spot we hit yo top we hollering bingo He ain't make it, we know Easy shot, free throw Lil Vegas take [?] we trap back, casino Don't ask yo bitch bet she know [?] in and out She from the city but she love it down south She kissing yo baby with dick on her mouth Fucking yo bitch and I'm kicking her out That bitch ain't nothing why the fuck is you cuffing her Bend her over from the back and I'm stuffing her She say you too friendly and I keep it rough with her I keep it brief Bitch eat that dick and get out of my suite Bon Appetit I can take [?] Banger on me [?] think it's sweet Everything I got I got it out the street that's on my own I can't fuck with these niggas cause they police These niggas rat [?] serving these niggas 'cause they police Old bitch ass niggas
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Credits
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- YL on Dem 808s
- Go Yayo