300 Dead Oppz lyrics

[Intro]
Ha, ay, Big FYB
Y'all already now what the f*ck is going on
Don’t f*ckin' talk to me
BDK, Die 5, GDK
Y'all already know how I’m comin', man
Don’t talk to me, Big FYB sh*t, gang

[Verse 1]
I’m big BDK you ain’t know it
600K, b*tch, we killin' them boys
Long Live Dooski you know that’s my boy
Smokin' on Waldo and T-Roy
f*ck it 100 rounds in the AK
We gon' drop a n*gga like bro did HK
b*tch we don’t play play
Get you the way way
Bob-O got out and got smoked in the same day
b*tch, I be sippin' Blood Money
Rollin' up the Quono while I’m countin' J-Money
Pop a White White, got me movin' like a zombie
n*gga try me n*gga gon' need a army
Think that I’m lackin' but this sh*t ODee
Run up on me get yo' ass Lil' Steve
Shots to ya chest ‘til ya ass can’t breathe
n*ggas be b*tches I can merch it on B’s
b*tch, f*ck O'Block, Frontstreet
They found L'A face down in the street
They found Nuski wit’ his brains on the seat
f*ck No Limit, Roc Block, over east
Catch G Herb put the Glock to his teeth
Extort that n*gga like we did Chief Keef
f*ck Big A and D-Thang too
Chino, Pluto, we smokin' Lil' Boo
f*ck Lamron we flame up Li'l Moe
Mix that sh*t with Lil' Rob too
Baldy was a goofy
He got sh*t splat hangin' wit' them dudes
Free da guys, b*tch f*ck the cops
Free G Skinny and 50 Shotz
Smoke Faheem wit' Trixx and Tayski
It don’t matter they all got dropped
[Chorus]
f*ck yo homie he dead, f*ck yo homie he dead
f*ck yo homie he dead, most they ass got hit in they head
f*ck yo homie he dead, most they ass got hit in they head

[Verse 2]
Round of applause, Kobe got his ass clapped
Word around town Nuski got smoked wit' his strap
Smoke White Brian, Lafa Killa, I ain’t wit' the cap
One call, Crazy Chris gon' shoot ‘em, he don’t f*ckin’ rap
n*ggas be cappin' ‘til we get to clappin’
We pull up and slump ‘em and dump 'em and sh*t
You claimin’ Get Back yo' ass gettin' whacked
We catch King Von we gon' open his sh*t
Bow, I’m talkin' brains on the floor
b*tch, I know you n*ggas is hoes
Sheroid got hit up the boy couldn’t get up
So why do the opps think it’s safe in the O?
Damn, I think you n*ggas is slow
b*tch, free my boy Mick from The Grove
800 some goofies y'all already know
‘Cause how ya’ll want smoke and ain’t got enough poles?
Somebody just tell 'em to stop it
Y'all dissin’ the guys, we firin' up Cottage
800 dead goofies, 800 dead bodies
You disrespect Poppie, I’m catchin' a body
I do this for TB, and Archie, and Rodney
These n*ggas is b*tches these n*ggas can’t stop me
Don’t worry ‘bout n*ggas, I stay wit’ my glocky
It got an extendo we playin' some hockey
Don’t worry ‘bout Wooski my n*gga’s hard body
Have Nello come through knock your soul out your body
Just like they did Pyro, you disrespect Jaro
My shootas come through knock ya head off ya body
[Chorus]
f*ck yo homie he dead, f*ck yo homie he dead
f*ck yo homie he dead, most they ass got hit in they head
f*ck yo homie he dead, most they ass got hit in they head

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