Opp Pack lyrics

[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Free them boys, my bad
(Stoop, go stupid)
Free them motherf*ckin' boys, b*tch

[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Warning, b*tch, I made a million on the corner
Informants, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a b*tch named Stewie
In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis
Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), n*ggas' hoes, bro, I swear to God
If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine
What's that in the air? We call that opp pack (Opp pack)
How he sellin' that and he ain't dropped? n*gga, how?

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
What's that in the air? We call that block pack
Block pack, roll him in the hood
Ayy, blow that b*tch sh*t down
Turntest n*gga in the city, he a foe
I came up off pills, b*tch and reds, meds, lеads
These n*ggas in the city all hoеs (We all hoes)
I know about that deal, big homie took on his mans, bring me grams
Maybach with a driver (Yeah), fork and a stick
I'm a God, rip this whole sh*t down 'til I retire
Back to back, me and money wired
Say I ain't the turntest, b*tches be liars (Lyin' ass)
Same freak on a flyer
Free Woo, hope it ain't in the feds when I see Woo
Five big bodies in 'bout three coupes
Still supplyin', I'm sellin' free juice
b*tch, we is never equals (At all)
f*ck a n*gga hatin' on me
And f*ck a n*gga hatin' on RIC, still yellin' "Free Skeet"
Doggy bone, b*tch, where'd it be?
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Warning, b*tch, I made a million on the corner
n*ggas pointers, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a b*tch named Stewie
In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis
Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), n*ggas' hoes, bro, I swear to God
If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine
What's that in the air? We call that opp pack (Opp pack)
How he sellin' that and he ain't dropped? n*gga, how?

[Bridge: Nardo Wick & 42 Dugg]
Ever run into it, I'ma blow his ass down, b*tch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Warnin', yeah, warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin'
Warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin', warnin'

[Verse 2: Nardo Wick]
When I catch that boy, I'm gon' step (I'm gon' step)
I had dove in that water and I turned to Michael Phelps (Turn to Michael Phelps)
I built that sh*t by myself (Myself)
When I see that I almost built, they went to ask me, can they help
They say, "You talk to such and such?" f*ck no (f*ck no)
"What you gon' do to such and such?" Gun blow (Pop, pop)
This AK not a mini, it's a jumbo
Choppa bullets look like crayons, color on your front door
Opp pack (Opp pack), opp pack
I don't smoke, but I done made a couple opp packs
Drop that, drop that, drop that
Silly me, got butter-fingers, caught an opp and then I dropped that (Blow his ass down)