Wack A Opp

Lyrics

(Hook 2x: Young Loc) Wack a opp, back to the block Now i'm smokin loud and im chillin Give a fuck 'bout who I just shot, boy I ain't go no feelings I was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon' kill him Call Rondo with that Glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin' (Verse 1: Young Loc) Imma chase that money, for the [?] Red dots for them head shots, they leakin on his ceilin' That ambulance come pick him up, and the [?] they can't heal em' Watch em fade away, like MJ, them young boys be killin' And all my niggas go hard, it's Double R 600 My niggas crackin them cards, them young boys be gunnin' We in and out of them cars, them risky niggas be stuntin' Got bands all up on me, i'm throwin it, it ain't nothin' Your bitch all on my dick, outta no where, all a sudden She wanna nigga to hit, but nigga ain't no nothin That codeine what I sip, extendos and them SK's, this revolver hold about six There be a lot of shots fired your way You can duck shells or get hit CPDK, fuck a brick Its middle fingers to a snitch Man up you a bitch Stop flexin you ain't with the shits Me and Rondo tote two nines[?], thats 6 shots, two clips (Hook 2x: Young Loc) Wack a opp, back to the block Now i'm smokin loud and im chillin Give a fuck 'bout who I just shot, boy I ain't go no feelings I was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon' kill him Call Rondo with that Glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin' (Verse 2: RondoNumbaNine) Wack a Opp, back to the block Load the mac up and go back Make bullets rain you get whacked We do walk ups with that tec I fuck with Double R, i'm double R so if you talking shit, you dead They say Rondo you up next, it's your year savage, no flex Yeah I dump[?] through a check And i'm a hot head with a lot of guns We play for keeps, and kill for fun My squad savage we ain't for none Oh shit, Rondo in that gangway I'm gettin money where they gangbang In a fast car just switchin' lanes And I got it all finessin' Smokin' dope, and stackin', with my hand on my weapon Who? Steve Drive, that's shots fired I'm runnin' shit no umpire, my bitch bad somethin' like Mariah O-Ok, i'm in that range rover with my nigga Durk If we see an opp, he on a shirt Loc got the mac, he get hurt Free D-Rose he in that jam, so for [?] i'm going ham 600 that's my fam OTF! (Hook 2x: Young Loc) Wack a opp, back to the block Now i'm smokin loud and im chillin Give a fuck 'bout who I just shot, boy I ain't go no feelings I was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon' kill him Call Rondo with that Glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin'