Opp sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1: NeverWantedToTalk]
I'ma start this off by saying, boy I'm smoking Spazz
All that faking that you doing, son, I can't even understand
Say you smoking on Lil Bibby, I'ma send you up to Shands
Last n*gga tried to play, I dropped his ass and made him dance
He a b*tch, out here switching cliques, he a whole dummy
Grab the K and grab the mask G3, go and show this fool something
762s 223s, yeah you know them b*tches comin'
Opp ho, she on my di*k, she finna have my kid comin'
Ralo ass got me dead, you know I'm smokin' on Lil Spazz
Heard y'all found Lil Corbin, yeah, they found him in the trash
JohnJohn Ackafool, damn, I heard you went out f*ckin' bad
You dummy, you a f*ckin' crash dummy, yeah that's sad
f*ck Lil KP, I'ma eat his face, this Draco got a hunnid rounds
G3 run down on his ass, we finna show this n*gga something

[Verse 2: La Cracka]
Yeah, we posted on your block
In a car with 'bout four chops
If I catch that n*gga lacking, swear he ain't gon' make it far
223s flying at his top
pus*y boy, we still tote Glocks
And this spinnin' ain't gon' stop
Tweak this b*tch like a guitar
Tryna slide, how that went
b*tch, we Swiss cheesin' your car
Hollows hit them b*tches spark
Hell yeah, we parking cars
One of these b*tches tried to run, but he didn't make it far
JohnJohn dreads got knocked off, I bet that sh*t left him scarred
Roll his ass in a cigar
Can't speak on him, he a trackstar
High as f*ck, I'm off the (?)
Now I'm back on yo ass
You a pus*y man you sad
Steady speaking on Bibby
Cliqueing up, boy you a fag
I fall out, b*tch, I be spazzing
If I can't find you, I shoot your mammy, pus*y