f*ck Da Opps lyrics

[Intro: JakeJhit]
Yeah
Boom, boom
Free Wall
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[Hook: JakeJhit]
Dissing my brothers they think it's a game (Hah)
This sh*t gotta stop, mention Lil' Bibbs
Next thing you know he blazing [glaah], well spin a n*gga lot
Got 4 K's 2 or 3 Glocks
n*ggas playing wrong, got his sh*t stopped (Boom, boom)
What's the point of slidin' if ain't sh*t dropped?
You know time will tell that's why I'm on the clock

[Verse 1: JakeJhit]
Scam to get on tryna make it to the top
Four pocket's full, double them knots
Ain't chasing no hoe 'cause these b*tches be thots
Running game on me that some she not
Tried to run from the gun n*gga, got shot
Choppas flying 'round the hood got the block hot
Don't let off a missile sound like a swat
Don't hang wit n*gga's they be tryna plot
Have my shorty wipe your nose
Ain't talking bout snot, talm 'bout on go that's sum' they not
Free hoe on go put the gun to her twat
And I been on a drill tryna split a n*gga noggin'
I done seen 50K just chillin' in the spot
Ran up my own bag now my pockets full of knots
Keep dissin' on my brother put his ass on spot
When time get cold shoot his ass make it hot
[Hook: JakeJhit]
Dissing my brothers they think it's a game (Hah)
This sh*t gotta stop, mention Lil' Bibbs
Next thing you know he blazing [glaah], well spin a n*gga lot
Got 4 K's 2 or 3 Glocks
n*ggas playing wrong, got his sh*t stopped (Boom, boom)
What's the point of slidin' if ain't sh*t dropped?
You know time will tell that's why I'm on the clock

[Verse 2: Kshordy]
They make a song like 2 of they mans ain't dead
They rappers, them n*ggas ain't opps
I was on Melvin with jit like the day before last
Them n*ggas don't be on their block
I hit a opp in the trap she shakin' that ass
These b*tches ain't getting my drop (She ain't getting my drop)
I see a n*gga out east I'm dropping my mask
I'm dropping my mask I swear [?] on my Glock
Leeke got hit in his top (In his top)
Bought us a switch he ain't getting too far
Ride 4 deep under 2 per cent tint
So you know who I'm with you can't see in this car
Hoppin' on feet, Lil' Shug try to get with that fence
I heard he got hit with that Glock (He got hit with' that Glock)
Smoking on Meechie and Leeke they speaking on Teke
I'm rollin' 23 in my Gar
Verse 3: La Cracka
n*ggas gone die if they bring up spazz, Got 100 round mags
Boy you won't get far (You won't get far)
Spin-on yo block ima be on feet boy I'm serious
Im trying to put 3 ina gar (Put Ina Gar)
They keep on speaking on Peedy like we don't smoke Leeke
That n*gga got caught in a car (Leeeekeee)
Bullets they hit you and they leave you leaning
We passing out shots you can call us a bar
You know we be sliding got 200 shots
Fill a opp up leave his body to rot
Used to be broke, now I keep me a knot
Blowing through this sh*t, get it back because I got it
Opps be hiding they know we got rockets
Big 308 bullets rip through his body
I don't wish jail on nun of my opps
Tell them cracker's free FaceGo and free Scotty
All my brothers ongo we blowing them heads
Everyone of us done beat a "homie"
Caught shug lackin' on lean they done did wrap jit up like a mummy
Switch on the back of my Glock, hit him all in his top
I was aiming that b*tch at his tummy
Get on the ground when you hear this chop
Don't have no vest, ain't no sense of running
2 Glock's 2 of my 3 7.62's tips green, we don't f*ck with Ku's
Opps they scared they don't be out man
Them pus*y ass n*gga's sum' fools
Channel 408 Facego Ksoo got yo momma' and daddy crying on the news
You can call us hot we be chasing down opp's
Almost every damn day like we chasing blues
[Outro: La Cracka]
Yall n*gga's slow as f*ck, hah
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