This A Message lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, f*ck all the opps, man, all y'all dead ass, uh (FREAKEY!)

[Verse]
You a b*tch, when your brother died, you ain't even slide
They be lyin', when my brother died, another n*gga died
We suited up from sun up to sun down, that pressure we apply
I know an opp who got shot sixteen times and happy he alive
I'm just sayin', you took all them shots, then went and made a song
I'm just laughin', why the f*ck you troll when you was almost gone?
f*ck spinnin' blocks, know where he lay, so, b*tch, we pull up to his lo'
When we come out, he caught a 7.62, left him at the door
We clappin' sh*t, we lovе them bodies, b*tch, we comin' for somе more
They touch my brothers, I see red, now all them n*ggas gettin' smoked
I swear to God, I'ma drench 'em all, I'ma show these n*ggas how to score
Funeral after funeral and it ain't gon' stop 'til it's not no more
Y'all got me mad again, b*tch, I'm on y'all ass again
Finna spin the 'Raq and this a hot car what I'm ridin' in
Draco what I'm ridin' with, I catch you, you gon' die, b*tch
We don't play with opps, we clap sh*t, just ask about us, we smack sh*t
Ridin' fishbowl, that's not it, if I see your ass, you get shot quick
b*tch said she a city girl, I told that ho she a block b*tch
Back to the subject, I'm shoppin', lookin' for the opps, I'm oppin'
Goofy said he a cold n*gga, finna hit him up with some hot sh*t
Say you know my opps, throw a lob, b*tch, 'cause I'm dunkin' sh*t like Lebron is
Got an opp in school, it's his senior year, I'm tryna see what day that n*gga prom is
Tryna see when that lil' n*gga graduate, hit him with a switch and knock him out his cape
We ain't tryna get no attempts, boy, we tryna make sure that n*gga DOA
Tryna make sure ain't no comin' back, I be chasin' sh*t like a runnin' back
Got a fast n*gga with a fast gun, how the f*ck you think you can run from that?
When it's time to shoot, b*tch, I shot my gun, n*ggas blew at me and I was dumpin' back
Yeah, I'm twenty now and that say a lot 'cause since fifteen, I been catchin' hats
To the opps, this is not a song, listen, this a message
When I catch y'all, swear to God, you n*ggas better have them weapons
We send it up, we make puddles of blood, b*tch, that's how we steppin'
Came in the car and when he left, his dumb ass was on a stretcher
[Outro]
Uh, uh, his dumb ass was on a stretcher
n*ggas died 'cause they played with my brothers
Hop out this whip and I'm swingin' this cutter
That n*gga died when that switch let off, that b*tch made a stutter (Brrt, drench, go)