Dead Opps lyrics

by

Calboy


[Verse 1]
I won't say a thing about my dead opps
But I heard he got caught lackin', took a head shot
We got sticks and stones like we came up in bedrock
All these triple Xs, these trials, but I won't dare stop (Damn)
But that's when I first signed, how could you dead rob me?
Look how karma come around, you goin' fed, probably
I know this life ain't fair and real is rare, I see
And it ain't nothin' I bury, see how this red-eye bleed
Still a gunner, boy, I'm stunner, b*tch, I'm the runner-up (Uh-uh)
Ayy, come from nothin' in that dungeon, split that onion up
I heard he ain't slide and he ain't solid, he ain't one of us (b*tch)
Took my time, had to prioritize and got my money up (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Popped out with my steppers, watch yo' step, lil' n*gga
I got rich quick, came up from that bottom, not no regular n*gga (Not no regular)
I told him to get down and lay down, fall in line or you get dealt with, n*gga (Ayy, get dealt with)
Fronted plenty pleas, you f*ck it up, no, I can't help you, n*gga (No, I can't help you, n*gga)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, all this pain I feel, b*tch, I give two f*cks what you felt (b*tch)
I might send them shots, them bullets so hot, watch n*ggas melt (Sheesh)
And please don't call me 'bout your problems, I got so much on my belt (Uh-uh)
Ever cross me, suck a di*k, we feed him sh*t just like the help (Ayy)
And this stick I got, hold sixty, extra bullets on that shelf (Boom)
On my wrist, that b*tch cost sixty, diamonds water, Michael Phelps
And it's R.I.P. my brodie, heard his shooter just got knelt
Tell his mama, "Stop the cryin', that pus*y did that to himself" (Ha)
And you know you n*ggas flawed, that was my dog, say he'll never tell
We gon' paint the walls with red, there's a couple n*ggas I owe a shell
Most these OG n*ggas ain't real, these n*ggas fake, just old as hell
You ain't even good in your hood, I run my block and still gon' work a scale (b*tch)
[Chorus]
Popped out with my steppers, watch yo' step, lil' n*gga
I got rich quick, came up from that bottom, not no regular n*gga
I told him to get down and lay down, fall in line or you get dealt with, n*gga (Ayy)
Fronted plenty pleas, you f*ck it up, no, I can't help you, n*gga (No, I can't help you, n*gga)
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