A MESSAGE TO MY OPPS lyrics

[Intro]
Nah nah nah nah
Aye wassup
What you gon do n*gga
Bro wassup bro
Nah bro sup bruh
What, you gon shoot me n*gga?
Ain't gon shoot sh*t n*gga shut the f*ck up boy
Wassup then
What
What

[Chorus]
b*tch I'm at the top
Tell me how my shoes taste (yeah)
All you n*ggas broke n*ggas stay up in yo place
Bout yo b*tch (yo b*tch)
Man I f*cked that other day (oh yeah)
This a message to my opps so get the f*ck out my face (my face)

[Verse 1: Ghoully]
I'm flexed up
Flexed up
f*ck wit Ghoully you get messed up
Told your n*gga get his check up (i did)
n*ggas died
So I'm walkin' with my neck tucked
Oh he leaking
On the ground he need a check up
First off why you n*ggas hating like you know me
First I beat you ass
Then take your corpses as a trophy
Leave you in the past (yeah)
You in last I take you b*tch with me
You n*ggas trash (yeah)
(?) with me face to face (?)
(?) call that play (?)
Kiss yo grave
(?) Ghoully grey you n*ggas lame
Whats the play?
Don't play that game all you n*ggas fake
Don't play that game Don't play that game all you n*ggas fake
[Chorus]
b*tch I'm at the top (at the top)
Tell me how my shoes taste (yeah)
All you n*ggas broke n*ggas need to stay right in yo place
Bout yo b*tch (bout yo b*tch)
Man I f*cked that other day (i did)
This a message to my opps so get the f*ck out my face

b*tch I'm at the top (at the top)
Tell me how my shoes taste (yuh)
All you n*ggas broke n*ggas need to stay right in yo place
Bout yo b*tch (about yo b*tch)
Man I f*cked that other day (i did)
This a message to my opps so get the f*ck out my face

[Verse 2: $not]
Ok I f*cked yo b*tch I f*cked yo b*tch
I f*cked her other day (haha)
Goddamn‚ I f*cked yo b*tch I Don't know what the f*ck to say (uh uh)
You got money comprende English I need to get paid (yah)
I'm smoking gas I'm toting packs
b*tch I beat on novocaine (ah)
Got a side b*tch by my side but keep a chopper as my main (as my main)
Wait‚ kick back b*tch that chopper gotta Bruce Wayne
Wait‚ get back b*tch that chopper bouta hit your brain
[Verse 3: $not]
Ok I be walking wit my soldiers
Left right, right left
Keep a chopper to the sky
Bullets down don't make no sound
Please don't make no sound Don't make no sound
These n*ggas coming now
Nothing wrong with me so I let your body hit the floor
Somethings got to get so Imma let this choppa smoke this hoe
Fa fa fa fa (b*tch)
Fa fa fa fa (yuh)
Fa fa fa fa (yuh)
Fa fa fa fa (b*tch)