Opps On Deck lyrics

[Intro]
(This a Nitti beat)
Yeah
Yeah, b*tch (Yeah)
b*tch, free my brother (Yeah)
b*tch, free my brother
b*tch, free my brother, n*gga
b*tch, free my— (Yeah), yeah

[Verse]
When I'm in the county, hell nah, I don't play, ain't none of that chillin' with the opps on deck
I ain't even gon' speak on the opps, them n*ggas not up on a crumb, they be duckin' the wreck
I seen a n*gga get hit in his chest, he ain't know he was hit, he was holdin' his neck
I love when I'm chasin' him down 'cause as soon as he hit that ground, I'm takin' his breath
I never needed a crowd, I was sixteen out gettin' wild all by myself
I ain't evеn gon' bap like I was just that, I was callin' Lil Three when I needed somе help
Yeah, they might hang with the rappers and dress real good, but them n*ggas be gettin' the belt
I hate the police, stop playin' them games, stop sayin' my name when the opps get nailed
Forever gon' stick to the code, before I come out as a rat, I'll kill myself
Hell yeah, I'ma switch when sh*t get right, everybody disappeared when sh*t went left
b*tch, I'm like a barber how I'm all on your head puttin' bullets all up in your hair
I'll go and f*ck it all off for a fit for them days I was broke and ain't have nothin' to wear
One of the opps just died and they don't even post his ass, I don't think they care
Don't even go down that street 'cause the last time we spinned that block, them n*ggas wasn't there
It was four shooters with switches and Dracs for that little-ass boy, that sh*t wasn't fair
If he hang with the opps, I don't care if he was two when he died, flame his little ass up in the air
When we posted up, them n*ggas don't spin our block, them little pus*y boys wasn't there
I'll love you to death, I don't care 'bout money or clothes if you loyal 'cause that sh*t rare
Can't even control these .308s, these b*tches so big, it'll knock down a bear
None of the opps really want this smoke, this sh*t'll get worser than smokin' a square, b*tch