Red Opps lyrics

I just bought a Glock with a f*ckin' drum in it
Pull up on your block and go f*ckin' dumb with it
Pine wood and box that's what f*ckin' come with it
Scope on that b*tch who down to f*ck up something with it
On that Squad sh*t Only sh*t
Double S-O sh*t b*tch
That Squad sh*t Only sh*t
Double S-O sh*t b*tch
I'm on that Squad sh*t Only sh*t
Double S-O sh*t b*tch
That Squad sh*t Only sh*t
Double S-O sh*t b*tch aye
b*tch I'm charged up
Tell 'em squad up
I ain't finna fight
Don't throw your f*ckin' guards up
Shots make him lean like the n*gga balled up
He ain't tryna pull up, hop out
So I shoot his car up
I'm a 5 foot 8 savage with a lot of automatics
I ain't hard to find you can catch me up in traffic
If I catch you lacking first swear to God it's getting tragic
You gon be head gone like a muh f*ckin' magic trick
Glock with a 30 that's a muh f*ckin' magic stick
Now his body dead all red that's some tragic sh*t
f*ck he running for, I thought the pus*y n*gga had a stick
Why your plug broke
I thought that pus*y n*gga had a brick
Damn
Stop that muhf*ckin flexin n*gga
Say you savage but you L'in n*gga
Say you the plug, you ain't selling n*gga
(Wit yo skinny ass)
Say he a murderer but he tellin n*gga
Damn say he a murderer but he tell on n*ggas
Damn rappers always flexin n*gga
Catch him we gon stretch him n*gga
Squad squad
Gang gang