Opps Cry

Lyrics

[Intro] (Damn, JakeSand) [Verse 1: Six Ward Von] My boy gon' X a nigga out, kill a nigga in Off-White We don't get no sleep, we been trappin' all night We been in that water six deep even since we rode bikes We do time for disrespect, I know niggas doin' life [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] He was talkin' like a killer, when I catch him, on sight Get the Glocks up in the party, leave the choppers outside Lil' bro a lil' nigga, but he serve topside Give a fuck about them niggas, tryna see the opps die [Verse 3: Six Ward Von] I can never put a random over my people Who can I trust? You been actin' so evil You left me at my worst when I really, really need you Now I'm John Cena, bitch, I don't even see you You actin' like you real and I'm seein' that you see-through We don't want the opps locked, free you One eat, the whole gang eat too How you bite the hand that feed you? [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] How you bite the hand that's gon' feed you? I got it out the mud, I don't need you Send some shots, we gon' send 'em back, you can bleed too My lil' nigga serve, pop pills, and grow weed too Quick to cut her off, you can keep her Heard a nigga knocked your bitch down and you beat her Them Palms cost the same as my features When the feds on your ass, you can't beat 'em [Verse 5: Six Ward Von & YSR Gramz] When them feds on your ass, you won't see 'em Cut them niggas off, you don't need 'em Same nigga used to steal from me, used to feed him I tried to kill your mans, you got shot, I ain't mean it All that shit you rappin' in your songs, we don't believe it The whole city know you told, it ain't no secret You on tour with your opps, you fightin' demons I ain't runnin' with the opps, ain't no teamin' [Outro: Six Ward Von] No teamin' I ain't runnin' with the opps, ain't no teamin'