FAKE OPPS

Lyrics

[Verse 1: YN Jay] We ain't really got no beef, you my fake opp Young nigga died from a fake shot I was [?] by the Lamb top, I want a Wraith now Spent so much pape, can't trust my bank, I need a safe now Oh, he think it's smooth, he think it's cool, he think it's safe now Remember when I used to call them hoes, I'm calling banks now If you [?] bread, I want my pape now I'm a superhero in my hood, I need a cape now [?] nigga, throw them hands Why they don't do that now more? Everybody wanna scam, why them boys don't trap no more? Drinking Wok, I'm mad as hell, like why they don't make Ac no more? I walked off when I got [?] but I'm coming back for more [?] this a jacket [?] Put it up, stack some more Bro pulled up, [?], shooting drac from down the street Only take a week to get you smoked, you like a pound of weed Somebody sold your ass some boo boo weed, you bought a pound of [?] [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] Look Spent 40 with that nigga Gary last week All my opposition dead from my past beef Maybach truck cost 200 K, broke niggas stack a thou a day for 200 days All my bitches thick, I don't like no skinny hoes No, that bitch ain't come with me, that's probably Skinny ho Chain cost a hundred, Roley cost a hundred [?] in my [?], that's another hundred Still got the Bentley, still got the Roles Million dollars up in cars, but nowhere to go Still the richest niggga from my side of town I can get your big homie big homie knocked down Niggas on the net, playing police games Same nigga wrote a staitment, when the police came To keep it real, I've been being humble My bitch trap like it's two of her, I be seeing double It's Philthy [Verse 3: Louie Ray] [?] braket though, if it don't fit, I make it go Niggas from the hood was mad at me, they said I made [?] [?] zips on another [?] I'm tryna make a boll Flint nigga, million dollars used to seem unmakeable They watching me on YouTube, 'cause we don't do no cable At dispensaries, we set up shop, like come fuck with my table We turned grinding into shining, nigga,, come fuck with my label Two cribs, three cars, nigga, just now getting stable I've been bagging up bolls all day, my hands hurt I can bring some work out to your block and make your mans work Before I ever got a distribution, got my kit first I know niggas quick to pop it off, they be on tip first I was in Atlanta 27 hours, got a tip first All this money ain't do shit to me but make my bitch work I'm in your city doing features, on my tenth verse [?] bag on my shoulder, like a big perse [Verse 4: Skinny T] In the city, we got the most motion Bro turned his back on the same niggas who gave him lotion I'm out of town, I sware I make more cheese when I'm focused The bitch got mad when I walked past, but I ain't even notice That's real shit, with the same niggas I was in the field with I'm high as fuck, I just bought it, I still steal shit 8000 on me in Walmart, I still steal shit I pulled off in the Benz, it got a lil tint These niggas mad, I'm tryna get a bag, they stuck in the past It's some shit you can have, but it don't really last I caught the bitch doing bad, I treat her like she bad Most of these hoes be fags, but I ain't even mad We got motion for any nigga who really need it The hoes in the back naked, making the pool heated Some niggas say I got ucky, some niggas say I cheated I'm still on the mission, nigga, I ain't even complete it I hit two strippers in one night, and I ain't throw no cheese My bitch say when she see me, all she see is D's I ain't get the [?] I did the Johnny teeth The bitch was acting all [?], she ain't know I was me