Not Opps lyrics

[Verse]
Them pus*y n*ggas not opps
Big 26K and the K stand for choppers
Tried to triple cross, they left him dead, he get smoked like a rasta
Ho said I'm sassy 'cause I blocked her, man, that ho a barker
Hit they street hangin' out the window, gun smoke smell like indo
Doe Boy my brother like I'm Indo, he probably feel like I ain't sh*t, though
'Cause I been actin' distant with the ones I love the most
f*ck n*gga better watch your mouth 'fore I send hot shells through your throat
Mix tan with Percs, it had me floatin'
Said she don't love me no more
Throw a pill back, Tony Romo
Xan' madе me f*ck in slow-mo
Turnt up, b*tch, I'm in go mode
Movin' solo
'Cause thеy been on my tail since they seen I been prevailed
Catch a body, call my phone expectin' me to pay the bail
These n*ggas ain't solid, hear that time, know that boy gon' tell
See me out in public, duck his head, pus*y tuckin' tail
Play the cross, that n*gga failed, I know that I'm goin' to hell
Ain't sh*t out here Boomin can't sell
Sendin' texts to pops in his cell
In jail chillin', kick sh*t with Rell
Know he gon' ride 'cause that's my dog
Deep in the streets, I seen it all
Boom, watch his body fall
Skrrt, I skrrt off on y'all
On my own, I'm standin' tall
Boom, watch his body fall
Boom, watch his body fall
Bag, drop that on his head
pus*y, we got n*ggas scared
On pills right now, I'm mixin' red
On pills right now, I'm seein' red
Tom took my Beretta
He let me clutch his Five-seveN
I got n*ggas outside steppin'
Tryna whack whoever reppin'
b*tch, I tote illegal weapons
He get took down for all that flexin'
Walk down with Smith & Wesson
Don't get too close, that sh*t get messy
Cut her off 'cause that b*tch was too messy
f*ck Ralph, need a bag like Messi
Send hits when this sh*t get too hectic
Could die, but when you least expect it
Nutted in her, now she say she pregnant
My semen ain't sh*t but a blessing
How she treat me, that's gon' be my lesson
f*ck I look like talkin' to a reverend?
'Bout sh*t he just gon' lie about
Mixin' red, it got me cryin' out
She eat di*k like she tryin' out
I might just give this b*tch a spot
Make her one of my hoes, then f*ck off
I got so much money to f*ck off
Say you a gangster, but I know he soft
Hit the switch, Urkel
White b*tch said I'm a j*rkoff
Don't make me mad, that sh*t a turn-off
7.62s'll rip his shirt off
At his funeral, I'll probably wax the church off
Take my shirt off, they say I look big, been sippin' too much lean
Fifteen hundred, spent that on a jacket I got from Celine
I might pop an Adderall, but I don't f*ck 'round with beans
On these Percs, they got me lookin' mean
With a .556 tryna knock out his spleen