Fxck The Opps lyrics

[Intro]
Hahaha
(KDog, KDog, KDog, KDog)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

[Verse]
Hold up, wait, bro, wake up, dude
We just hit a lick for twenty-two bands
Goddamn, girl, you know I feel like the man
Giuseppe, Louis, Ferragamo, Polo say Japan
Ooh, ooh, damn
Street n*ggas in pen
I got a b*tch from Japan
Pull up and shoot at your man
I do not f*ck with no xan
I might just f*ck with the molly
I might go do me a bean
Picked up the b*tch, I'm like, "f*ck the team"
Yeah, yeah, switcheroo, like hot boy
Hundred round drum, you get popped, boy
I'm a real blood, f*ck with real riders
She gon' suck it, swallow it, and use lots of salivae
Big ass choppa chop your body, uh, wildin'
My n*ggas shooters for real, they don't even read the Bible
Chop up your body in hell, ooh, revival
b*tch, this ain't no Call of Duty, you don't get revived
b*tch, I'm a beast, I'ma eat you alive
Huh, my n*ggas just lost his life over pride
f*ck n*gga say he gon' ride, but he lyin'
Shoot him in the head, it's a homicide
Why would you say you would run?
Why in the f*ck would you lie?
Put the .40 to your face, we gon' aim it in the sky
Pow, pow, shots, pull up, you'd think it's the fourth of July
f*ck that lil' b*tch, I swear I ain't gon' lie
Stupid bih calling me, she was just lying
Turning me out, they be f*ckin' with another guy
Pop, she's the lil' b*tch with the .5
Nah, I want these n*ggas to die
Woah, why you singing about b*tches, but you say I'm trippin'?
I’m bleeding red but my brother coolin, my n*gga crippin'
I'm drippin' all this Florida water, come sweep it up
Mop it up, we pull up with new Glocks and stuff
She eating di*k like some Pizza Hut
Tell me shoot lil' b*tch, spill out his guts
You f*ck n*ggas the size of me, you must got some nuts
We shootin' off your top, we shootin' in yo' brain
They say Mellys insane, blood all inside my vein
Damn, pull up with [?], damn
I just got out the 'Gram, I got to go back to the 'Gram
Ooh, yeah, that my fam, ooh, know you
I'm dancing, ooh, but my hundreds blue
I swear I do, I swear I ride
We keep the guns, we never tried to rob them Boy, it just happen that way
He should've never been in traffic that day
Hah, yay, we run up in yo' sh*t
Ah, hahaha
When we run up in yo' sh*t, ayy, yo' actions
Yeah, [?], we spinnin', f*ck n*gga
f*ck it, all of my n*ggas gon' kill you
f*ck n*gga, what you strapped with?
Two [?], oh, he think he 'bout to [?] you?
Tell my young n*ggas to go get you
Loaded that choppa, it split you
b*tch, ooh, I need another b*tch
Know I ain't no Kodak, I can't paint no picture
He strapped up with the .40 and his aim official
She suck me like some Gushers, blow me like a whistle
f*ck n*gga, you know how them tits, they feelin' mushy
KDog
Ooh, sayin'
We just hit a lick for twenty-three bands
I just want a hit for thirty more bands
We gon' beat the man, not a man with a plan
[Outro]
Ooh, sayin'
We just hit a lick for twenty-three bands
I just want a hit for thirty more bands
We gon' beat the man, not a man with a play