Opps Cry lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: Six Ward Von]
My boy gon' X a n*gga out, kill a n*gga in Off-White
We don't get no sleep, we been trappin' all night
We been in that water six deep even since we rode bikes
We do time for disrespect, I know n*ggas doin' life

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
He was talkin' like a killer, when I catch him, on sight
Get the Glocks up in the party, leave the choppers outside
Lil' bro a lil' n*gga, but he serve topside
Give a f*ck about them n*ggas, tryna see the opps die

[Verse 3: Six Ward Von]
I can never put a random over my people
Who can I trust? You been actin' so evil
You left me at my worst when I really, really need you
Now I'm John Cena, b*tch, I don't even see you
You actin' like you real and I'm seein' that you see-through
We don't want the opps locked, free you
One eat, the whole gang eat too
How you bite the hand that feed you?

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
How you bite the hand that's gon' feed you?
I got it out the mud, I don't need you
Send some shots, we gon' send 'em back, you can bleed too
My lil' n*gga serve, pop pills, and grow weed too
Quick to cut her off, you can keep her
Heard a n*gga knocked your b*tch down and you beat her
Them Palms cost the same as my features
When the feds on your ass, you can't beat 'em
[Verse 5: Six Ward Von & YSR Gramz]
When them feds on your ass, you won't see 'em
Cut them n*ggas off, you don't need 'em
Same n*gga used to steal from me, used to feed him
I tried to kill your mans, you got shot, I ain't mean it
All that sh*t you rappin' in your songs, we don't believe it
The whole city know you told, it ain't no secret
You on tour with your opps, you fightin' demons
I ain't runnin' with the opps, ain't no teamin'

[Outro: Six Ward Von]
No teamin'
I ain't runnin' with the opps, ain't no teamin'