Play Da Opps

Lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy Beats) (It's-It's-It's with a K, dumbass) [Chorus: YSR Gramz] I know niggas hate a lot I don't even say a lot Niggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh) Slide down and spray they block I know how to play the opps A hundred round, a hundred shots (A hundred, hundred, hundred) I know niggas hate a lot I don't even say a lot Niggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh) Slide down and spray they block I know how to play the opps A hundred round, a hundred shots [Verse 1: Six Ward Von] I don't even argue with my bitch, I can't really say a lot Make one call to my lil' nigga, spray the block Brodie caught a nigga lackin', he gon' make me take a shot My dog just walked in with a two, bring a pot Nigga callin', talkin' 'bout a truce, meet the Glock Seen his ass out, he threw the deuce, he a clown Should've left his dumb ass right where I found him Bet his ass ain't know that I be around his parts You playin' the wrong game, lil' nigga, restart it Never see you again, get your ass departed You out here with no team, my baby, you an easy target I lived in my hood, I could never go to Carmen [Verse 2: YSR Gramz & KrispyLife Kidd] Manners when you stack, I got an onion on me This bitch'll last an hour, got a hundred on it I'll outrap these rap niggas, put some money on it We finna roll on these niggas like a rollie-pollie Glock'll put a hole in a nigga, holy moly Been ballin' on these niggas like the old Ginóbili Beat a nigga ass in front his family, make 'em call the police (KrispyLife) Call me big bro and you barely know me [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] I done been done came in the club fifty deep Nigga, that's the wrong way, he get put to sleep I need eighty grams, or you can say fuck a feat' We act wild, get you kicked by fifty Beecher feet Don't be worried 'bout my bag, this ain't your cup of tea I ain't never sold no dog, I boomed out the P Get a nigga zipped up for a 'bow of weed First gun I ever had was a Smitty I love a freaky bitch, go'n pop a titty I just got some Percs, go'n pop 'em with me My nigga a road runner, yeah, he too shifty If a nigga got a problem, we ain't come up missing [Chorus: YSR Gramz] I know niggas hate a lot I don't even say a lot Niggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh) Slide down and spray they block I know how to play the opps A hundred round, a hundred shots (A hundred, hundred, hundred) I know niggas hate a lot I don't even say a lot Niggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh) Slide down and spray they block I know how to play the opps A hundred round, a hundred shots (A hundred, hundred, hundred)