Opera lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse: Warhol.SS]
Pack landed, got the door swinging turnt the spot up
Blew the switch fat lady singing, no opera
Lon chase hoes all I know is chasing cold commas
Turnt her swag up, now she reciting what I taught her
Dope dealer main figure I'm a cold n*gga
Caught him reachin' for the ice and made his soul lift
Spitting [?] talking different he a whole pimp
I'm 50 states, 50 ways n*ggas know the biz
I told her this and some of that and one of us gotta listen
I'm super turnt hard body why my b*tch trippin'
They ain't feelin' none of that sh*t ain't put yo soul in it
Gen 5 compact, keep that pole hidden
Aye
At the bank I'm in the vault that's where you find me
I'm scrapping digits monеy counting price risin'
I did some more and said lеss I play it silent
Pocket watchin' like he tryna do sum it's violent
Flip a n*gga quickest kill he tryna catch the bounty
Send a n*gga right to God and i don't think nothing about it
They don't see me unless it's paper and they know it probably
I do a trick and flip a car like I popped a Ollie
Big business pot whipping bro he soul pigeons
I been hiding in plain sight the Benz over tinted
All my paper move for me I don't like money sitting
They know the face I'm big p, I'm one of the biggest pendin'
[Verse: BabyChiefDoit]
Boy I'm screaming f*ck ya click
Ya whole gang can get slaughtered b*tch
I'm a young mothaf*cka
Probably f*cked yo daughter kid
I be f*cking anything don't give a f*ck who yo daughter is
He be hopping hood to hood his ass act like a foster kid
Bounce out with that birhhh and spank his ass just like his father did
Either way yo hoe gone f*ck don't give a f*ck what you brought the b*tch
Don't care what you taught the b*tch I see yo ho I hawk the b*tch
I'm her favorite rapper if I see her than you lost the b*tch
If you got a BBL I can't trust ya
f*ck ya and any n*gga lower or above ya
Sit that ass on my face she say l'm finna crush ya
I love ya i promise imma treat ya like my mother
Rick Owen's all black and white like a panda
f*cked all the 'Raq hoes now I'm in Atlanta
Climb thru ya b*tch chimney, I'm Santa
Add a lil purple to my red Tropicana