Opp Pack

Lyrics

[Intro] Damn, damn Broke the Internet (Tell you what) Put that nigga ass in the dirt I'll tell you what, are you doing too much talking? (Free kill) Fuck wrong with you? (Free kill) I'll tell you what, though What? What? (Staccs on the beat, so it sound different) [Chorus] Know it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on the table (Dig?) Nowadays, the first thing a nigga do is start fake beef, then sign to a label (Dig?) New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (Dig?) Poke a nigga up with the mask on, talkin' 'bout Jason, ain't talkin' 'bout Tatum (Dig?) [Verse 1] I cannot beef with a nigga, he dead I got some niggas I raised from the dead I was brought up to keep one in the head No, it's no talking, my name is not Ted I'm gonna give these lil' niggas the blues, won't stop 'til I see a whole lot of red Popping these Percs, on a whole lot of meds Kill all the opps and then run from the feds Tie that bitch up in the bathroom 'cause you know this a home invasion Niggas on the net talking all that tough shit, tell the nigga drop location I'ma let the hollow point come out the blick just 'cause I like vibration Nowadays, a nigga die over a bitch when it all was an entanglement (Dig?) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't beef with that lil' nigga, he dead (Dig?) Yeah, I can't beef with him, he dead Murder your mom, shoot your dad in the head I got some jewelry, it cost me some bread Fuck all the jewelry and fuck how I paid Throwing the paint, we was toting the lead We sleep with guns that's stuffed inside the bed [Chorus] Know it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on the table Nowadays, the first thing a nigga do is start fake beef, then sign to a label New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (Yeah) Poke a nigga up with the mask on, talkin' 'bout Jason, ain't talkin' 'bout Tatum [Interlude] Yeah, yeah (Dig?), yeah, yeah, yeah (Dig?) Yeah, uh, yeah (Dig?) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Dig?) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Dig?) Yeah (Dig?) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] I'm gonna walk in your crib with the chop, when I walk out, I'ma leave with a limb Told you lil' niggas this was an invasion, I kick the door, I feel like I'm Zay He had a choice, he ended up taking the harder way, I'm calling him Tim Bro will kill you 'cause the color of your brim, 12 will kill you 'cause the color your skin Kill a street nigga and it don't mean shit, kill a rap nigga and get famous And I'm gon' kill every rat I see, I'ma kill 'til they endangered Takin' these penitentiary chances, you know that I gotta stay dangerous You was my homie, you stole from me, so you know I gotta chop off your fingers