Dead Opps lyrics

[intro]
Taylor Made da' Beat
Back in Cali, b*tch
Brrt(Memphis)
Glock 26 or 44 bulldog(nope)
Maybe an' Ar-15 wit' a .223 Scope

[Refrain]
Know I need a bigger bag to get a bigger pack
If I lose it all today I’ma get it right back
Don’t cross that line boy got some hittas that’ll move ya back
I’m just run it up to the field

[Verse 1]
And it's still a few hitters from the six (Six)
Jumpin' over bodies when them boys say, "Hit the switch"
n*ggas dip, who you think around the corner? It's a drill(brrt)
All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal(*gunshot*)
I'm from the six, we don't do no drive-bys
Walk up, it's a hit, f*ck who you with
We gon' pull up bangin', all my n*ggas bangin'
Keep a block(Woo, Woo)smokin' on that stankin', man, that sh*t get dangerous
Draco, ain't no aimin', all my killers anxious
Like, "Who is he?," you don't think the n*gga safe, he lose a limb
Fifty thousand chain, half of that'll get you hit
Ah sh*t, caught that boy dissin'(grrah)
Now he dead
[Chorus]
These n*ggas hoes, you know, I know
He think he slick, I know he told
I'm on the road, still tottin' pole
My gun be hot, yo sh*t be cold
If you get caught, you better not fold
He had a case, the Opps on hold
He still locked up, it's takin' long
Shawty wanna know when he comin' home

[Verse 2]
Another Sack, Tryna Whip up some new Crack
I’ll shoot' em in the back
Ain’t tryna twitter talk cut the chit chat
I’m in my city, one thing you can’t do is lack
You Know these n*ggas are Snake that’ll stab you in the back
I remember when I touch my first rack(first rack)
I'ma run it up, I ain’t never look back
All blicks, we just play this sh*t for keeps, that's all year(brrt)
I let it off, I keep my blick, I set it off up in this b*tch
I seen it all, been in this sh*t since a lil' youngin', since a jit(Skrrt)
He said it all, I heard that boy, he rat, I heard that boy he snitch
I bet it all, I bet the opps know not to pull up on the six (get bopped)
A hundred flicks, that's a hundred shots, look like we takin' pics
Took Memo a trip, he just start shootin', I told him, "Get a grip"
She watch her left, sayin', "Six hundred K'll get you killed"
And I'm off a pill, I'm just sittin' back, how I get the drill
[Chrous]
These n*ggas hoes, you know, I know
He think he slick, I know he told
I'm on the road, still tottin' pole
My gun be hot, yo sh*t be cold
If you get caught, you better not fold
He had a case, the Opps on hold
He still locked up, it's takin' long
Shawty wanna know when he comin' home

[Refrain]
Know I need a bigger bag to get a bigger pack
If I lose it all today I’ma get it right back(right back)
Don’t cross that line boy got some hittas that’ll move ya back
I’m just run it up to the field

[outro]
Brrt-brrt, Brrt, Brrt, Brrt
Still got Some Shootas From the back
n*gga was Caught Dissin' On me
Ayy
Brrt-brrt, Brrt-brrt, Brrt