Dead Opps lyrics

[Chorus 1: H-B Fox]
I'm too tact, got no control on me (Facts)
If I see a BD n*gga, get shot, that's how it's supposed to be
Too Elite, AK-47's stay right next to me
Move discreet, if he tryna creep up, let my O release

[Verse 1: H-B Fox]
Blow on Scrapp, dead opp pack
OBlock gang, you know where i'm at
115th, know your street, shoot a b*tch right in his bean
I'm outside, 30. on me, you can't hide (On God)
Pull out gang, we go stupid everyday
Chicago baby, never on safety, I protect my lady
I'm callin' her baby, she wanna date me, we on a hunt for a Sadie
I shoot like Brady, hop out the V, and this sh*t goin' brazy
She want the Louie, and she wanna bait me
Fly to L'A, now yo sh*t gettin' 3-pieced, gang

[Verse 2: Memo600]
It's-It's OBlock nation
Pull up on me, then ya sh*t getting drated
I'm on the double S, right on Chicago
He wanna dance, I'm with the G-Lock, like
I'm bringin' Tooka to OBlock, it's every second, we smokin' a dead opp
It's like, way too many different Opp blocks
We take the time, turn yo sh*t into Bedrock
We got Draco's and sh*t, I ain't with beef, but they playin' and sh*t
If you hear more than 5, just start prayin' and sh*t
When my opps say too much, they indicted and sh*t (Look)
Marco dissin', now he dead (Marcy)
If I catch Leeboy, get fed
How many n*ggas got shot in they top?
Goofy got hit in his top, and they fled
[Verse 3: H-B Fox]
Talk on J-Money, get left on the block
Never did sh*t, so we spin on yo block
He all on the O, go get back for your mans
Scrapp got f*cked up, doin' the dance
Shondale got left, where was the bus?
Why do y'all n*ggas be lookin' for us?
We smokin' y'all homies, don't give no f*ck
And they pullin' up on me, we leavin' a scar, Memo hop out, he gon' flash the AR
It's K'V on my neck, and them Rollie's is Large
If he a BD, let's make him a star
Please do not test me, Just know i'm the O
Free all my homies, we savin' the show
n*ggas tryna run down, we ain't showin' remorse
Bibby get's smoked on, y'all n*ggas know

[Verse 4: Memo600]
If a n*gga try me, he get tried back
And these b*tches is thot's, I can't f*ck that
Couple bullets in clips, if he say that it's lit, then I might just go f*ck up the Opp block
2.5 Hollows all up in the Booth, them n*ggas know what the OBlock n*ggas really do
He can't jack FlossyWoo, I'm in Brooklyn, f*ck a 22, n*ggas really mook
n*ggas that's jackin' Tooka, they get sent to Tooka
When I'm done, I go look for his brother
EBTK, Lil n*gga, I ain't playin'
Call up HB, tryna teach you a lesson
I got a Choppa, n*gga, Smith & Wesson
9ine in my lungs, shouldn't've been out there disrespectin'
Don't get ya haircut, might turn into Kevin
I ain't gon' speak on the n*ggas I stretchered (On God)
[Chorus 2: H-B Fox]
I'm too tact, got no control on me (Baow)
If I see a BD n*gga, get shot, that's how it's supposed to be (BDK, On God)
Too Elite, AK 47's stay right next to me (AK)
Move discreet, if he tryna creep up, let my O release