Free Da Opps lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch
How the f*ck n*ggas been f*cked up, n*gga
Yeah, b*tch

[Chorus]
We got Glocks and ARP's, fully drac n*gga what ya need?
And b*tch you cuffin on a freak, me and gang done beat that hoe to sleep
Since I was young been totin that heat before I knew how to cross the street
Can't wait to catch that f*ck n*gga, I can't wait until he bleed
They like damn that n*gga be cappin in his songs should I really listen to it?
It's all cool lil n*gga be rapping all that sh*t, but did you really do it?
Plenty times I gave this b*tch a chance this time you really blew it
Go get back for they side, they wanna rap' these n*ggas really goofy


[Verse]
Big Glock on my hip, thought it was a 40. this a 10 mili. stupid
n*ggas dont really want no beef with us they know we really stupid
If I ain't in traffic ridin with that glee I'm f*ckin b*tches clueless
Leave a f*ck n*gga face down in aisle 3 they know we really ruthless
Ain't gon lie' been comin with that hot sh*t Raq been goin crazy
Yo big homie don't call no shots the way you want yo sh*t, then pay me
Free the opps so I can kill em, since everybody think they crazy
Got out with 380
Shoot any thing this sh*t get brazy
Freak b*tch tryna trap me i ain't goin for it b*tch is you dumb or crazy?
Got yo baby daddy in the trap make em run to the store for the gang he slavin
Ain't gotta ask them how them bullets feel I know that hot sh*t blazin
Za' hit hard got me looking Asian
Bad Instagram model b*tch she blasian
I done ran this sh*t for to long I think I run for sentinel
n*gga they hell for cuffin that b*tch the whole damn gang done been in her
I been watching the opps story all day if in that range we flippin em
I been trying to get yo b*tch up off my Jimmy her tight ass pus*y keep grippin it
Ain't no such thing as to much on the plane, b*tch all them pounds we shippin
n*gga I ain't mad that you want smoke bout yo mane' but f*ck n*gga its the principal
n*gga lame and his b*tch been giving me brain, the f*ck n*gga still be kissing her
With out the drank, b*tch let us run a train then after that we snipping her, huh
Never forget my pistol if we see em in the car we blitz em
Designer shoes but he put on bullsh*t he ion know how to drip em
That boy a hoe if its a go we hopping in the box and killin em
n*ggas ain't show no sympathy for my mans' so if he spot we drill 'em
Why these n*ggas so Instagram bout every thing?, got the police in are business
Walk out everyday whip out blick out in the rain gotta know Drac'Keisha with me
Real down to go crazy with that 300 blackout G-tone got the 50
Can't wait to catch a b*tch boy at the store I'ma leave a n*gga p*ssin
n*gga be dissin, n*ggas be twerking on the net I knew these n*ggas was sissy
Got out first you thought they was gon' hit me in my face like "Ouu that n*gga shifty"
Tellin my daddy b*tch what I want them hoes to do, boy who the f*ck you pimpin?
Got a switch for a n*gga trippin
One more diss, you come up missin
Comin through with my chains on n*gga asking where I came from
Im gon be the one still totin the blick, n*gga when the fame come
Pop you in yo sh*t and shoot yo block up with the same gun
n*ggas thought I was gon switch up when I got money but I ain't change none
Why the f*ck these n*ggas playin' with me?, a toddler?
Call yo self a robber come and try that sh*t with shotta
We done came through every n*gga hood, they'll want no problem
Pop a perc to night, and I'll be good and still be high as f*ck tomorrow (Mhmm)
[Outro]
Give me a lighter, do it
Pop me perc to night, be feelin─