Ask The Opps lyrics

[Intro]
Young Low, this beat knock
Yeah
Too many diamonds on my neck, they gonna want us, baby
How you f*ckin' with that n*gga with no funds, baby?
Got hella sh*t and hella sticks and hella juns, baby
Countin’ up these bands 'til a n*gga got no thumbs, baby

[Verse 1]
That n*gga say he ever stripped me, that is not facts
R.B.E. b*tch, and I'm the top hat
And once lil’ brody hit your top, can't get your top back
Strip you for your Glock, can't get your Glock back
Them other n*ggas gon' go bad, but this is not that
n*gga, I just speak my mind, I do not rap
A n*gga almost went broke, but I got back
How they slid? You had a gun and you ain't pop that?
I know I got your b*tch addicted, but this is not crack
Hit him from a distance with this beam and watch him drop back
I'm a thug n*gga, so I only f*ck with thug n*ggas
If you ain't put no body on that strap then I can't f*ck with ya
Gotta watch closely how I move, heard the feds on me
Probably woulda thought I was bool, all this red on me
I got all these blue bands, that was just some pants money
A band, that’s a slap a n*gga with it in my hand money
[Chorus]
You can ask the opps, they know how we comin’
Thirty in the Glock, I ain't missin’ nothin'
You know I got sticks in this b*tch like I'm drummin'
Hit it from the front and put this di*k up in her stomach
n*gga still hidin’, n*gga went runnin'
Young n*gga grindin', turned nothin' into somethin'
Know I like a bad b*tch, but I love a real woman
She hate it when I'm gone, but I gotta get this money

[Verse 2]
Fat chains on my neck, I got 'bout it
Sayin' I got hit, I am not 'bout it
In the Range, how I hit it make me all about it
Lil' n*gga, come through in that whip and we gon' beat it up
n*gga want a hook for ten bands, that ain't gon' be enough
Lil' bro, I'll take that chain up off your neck, you better keep it tucked
You was makin' love to the b*tch, I just beat it up
Uh, I'm a young n*gga with a bankroll
Police on my line, I had to lay low
Ain't no purple or no red, then I can't pour
Had to put the cup down, I ain't drunk so many Faygos
You know I got lawyers for that case 'til that case close
Glizzy hit lil' brody in his face, now his face gone
n*gga, why you cuffin' on that b*tch? You know that ain't yours
Got some jewelers that'll jewel me right now if I say so
[Outro]
Too many diamonds on my neck, they gonna want us, baby
How you f*ckin' with that n*gga with no funds, baby?
Got hella sh*t and hella sticks and hella juns, baby
Countin' up these bands 'til a n*gga got no thumbs, baby
You can ask the opps, they know how we comin'
Thirty in the Glock, I ain't missin' nothin'
You know I got sticks in this b*tch like I'm drummin'
Hit it from the front and put this di*k up in her stomach