f*ck The Opps lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, AK Bandamont, n*gga
Who ever knew doing wrong feels so right? (Doing wrong feel so right, hah)
Got that sh*t on ice, yeah (Yeah)
Livin' in the wrong, hope this sh*t goes right, my dog got that sh*t on ice
Yeah, AK Bandamont, n*gga, hope it go right

[Verse 1]
My dog stuck, the court system is crucial, hope it go right
He on twenty-three and one, he got two opps [?]
He told me to go find the opps and kill 'em all, move smooth with Snow White
I'ma catch 'em all at once and kill 'em all, it'll be so nice

[Chorus]
Damn, I got a killin' in my shoebox
This n*gga tried to rob me, I stomped him out, he got a shoe now
We was probably fightin' n*ggas back in the day who we gon' shoot now
I had a dream that me and my opp cousin had a shootout

[Verse 2]
Thе first one left him dead, hе hit the ground, well, he can't shoot now
You ain't really trap-life livin' when you ain't spendin' what I blew pounds
I seen a flying angel, it was a slab, then it flew down
So I jumped in my bag, flyin in a 'Cat, damn near flew down
I don't need the Glock, I customize shellcatchers, it's a ten-round
My dog be in the hood tryna say sh*t 'cause he a brick scout
Your family broke as sh*t, your life f*cked up, y'all in a lent house
I'm finna call the gang and tell 'em meet, lets have a sit-down
Damn, we made a killin' at the sit-down
So I hit the crib and start cookin' by myself, I hope it hit now
My fiend trippin', he said he hit the crib, he said his wrist wild
This b*tch trippin', said she flushed my dope, its gon' get foul
She sick I took a L and bounced back quick, it was six ounces
Really, that ain't sh*t to what I got now, I'm up big profits
Just touch down from AZ with thirty pounds, I can't sit, stop it
I'm finna vacuum-seal these pounds, f*ck Ziploc'ing
I'm finna vacuum-seal these pounds, I'm finna RoadRun it
I'm headed to the Bay with white girl on me, so it's snow coming
Let this n*gga hit the slab a couple times, I had bro jumpin'
Had to cut some n*ggas off a couple times, I know it's more coming
We gon' be good when the soft set 'cause we did more hustlin'
If they sit you in that room, don't tell 'em sh*t, 'cause they don't know nothing
I remember trappin' all day, f*ckin rat hoes inside an old bucket
[?], if I ain't got drank, then I got no stomach
[Chorus]
Damn, I got a killin' in my shoebox
This n*gga tried to rob me, I stomped him out, he got a shoe now
We was probably fightin' n*ggas back in the day who we gon' shoot now
I had a dream that me and my opp cousin had a shootout

[Verse 2]
Just took over his spot some months ago and it's still in closure
My doggy on parole said f*ck the law 'cause he still a holder
Just whacked a n*gga, but no body was found, but he still a donor
I taught girly how to cook up molly snow with a simple potion
And we can take 'em 'cross the border with a simple motion
I been lockin up white, sellin' to slaves, it sound civil, don't it?
Put one bag to the side, the angel dust, just put a little on it
I'm tryna stash a quarter-M, I bought a ceiling for it
Every time I stack a ten, I get a new chop
And give it the next three months, them n*ggas dead, we need some new opps
And we really the ones livin' that sh*t, so tell me who not
My Drac' freaky, she love fartin' a lot, she love to shoot shots
If they pull me over, its gon' be a standoff and I'ma shoot cops
Yop, yeah, and I'ma shoot cops
My b*tch trippin', she said I'm going to hell, like, "Why you shoot a cop?"
'Cause [?], you'll get killed for being a stupid guy (Hah)
Yeah, I can't be stupid. I gotta be fluent, don't think he human
They be watching my back every two seconds, I'ma keep movin'
And I'ma keep movin'
[Chorus]
Damn, I got a killin' in my shoebox
This n*gga tried to rob me, I stomped him out and he got a shoe now
We was prolly fightin' n*ggas back in the day, we gon' shoot now
I had a dream that me and my opp cousin had a shootout