Murder Rate lyrics

[Intro: Big Opp]
(Twelvo made this sh*t bang)
Opp, Opp, Opp, Opp, Opp, uh
Big Opp, ayy, uh
Opp, uh

[Chorus: Big Opp]
Fly to New York and link with Stunna, can't get a Glock, I grab a shank
Let a n*gga play with me, I bet his ass gon' die today
I'll kill a n*gga anywhere, don't give a f*ck about the state
Ain't pushin' peace, I'm pushin' violence, b*tch, increase the murder rate
Steppin' in blood, that's the sh*t I like to do
n*ggas get bored and get high, b*tch, I get bored and I go shoot
Lookin' for opps, the first one that I catch, I put him on the news
He was a goofy 'til his ass got clapped and now he famous too

[Verse 1: Big Opp]
I'm fresh as f*ck when I pop out, Amiri jeans, they filled with racks
My opps be broke, a bunch of crackheads with some guns, how weird is that?
The opps, they hate the fact I'm rappin', know I'm runnin' up a check
b*tch, I rap and I still clap, no lackin', get y'all dumb ass stretched (Opp)

[Verse 2: Stunna Gambino]
My shooter don't sip liquor, he sip mud
Came up in that drug zone, they ain't show no love, no
Me and Opp go switch for switch, go drum for drum
I could teach you how to make a hundred racks, I stay with road runners
These n*ggas dyin' for clout, they dyin' for pus*y
He ain't know how to use that switchy, man, his b*tch ass died a rookie (Frr, frr)
In L.A., I'm with gang, in the Trackhawk switchin' lanes (Skrrt)
b*tch, it's us, who is they? Walk in the opp block, chain swing, uh
Keep that sh*t on, keep my b*tch in Rick Owen
She be tip-toein', all the opps get sh*t on
All the opps get hit up with a Micro Drac', we raise the murder rate
Walk him down, head tap (Frr, frr), he gon' learn today
[Chorus: Big Opp]
Fly to New York and link with Stunna, can't get a Glock, I grab a shank
Let a n*gga play with me, I bet his ass gon' die today
I'll kill a n*gga anywhere, don't give a f*ck about the state
Ain't pushin' peace, I'm pushin' violence, b*tch, increase the murder rate
Steppin' in blood, that's the sh*t I like to do
n*ggas get bored and get high, b*tch, I get bored and I go shoot
Lookin' for opps, the first one that I catch, I put him on the news
He was a goofy 'til his ass got clapped and now he famous too

[Outro: Stunna Gambino]
Keep that sh*t on, keep my b*tch in Rick Owen
She be tip-toein', all the opps get sh*t on
All the opps get hit up with a Micro Drac', we raise the murder rate
Walk em down, head tap, he gon' learn today