Out My Mind (Searching For My Opps) lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm, Hold on, Hmm…
Free Lil Meechy baby (Hmm….)
Look, Lil Top n*gga
Ridin’ ‘round in a drop top with a stolen Glock
Searchin’ for my opps
Hold on, Hold on

[Reprise]
I got my green mask on, time to get active, what’s happenin’?
I’m standing down, b*tch I get down, I got that sh*t from my mammy
I keep that pistol on me, b*tch you run up on me, I’ll stamp ‘ya
Promise for to dome the pus*y b*tch for all them stupid ‘lil antics
Jason man, I’m f*cked up, I’m out my mind
I got my wife inside this b*tch, Dej in this b*tch, she got that iron
I’m feelin’ lesser than a man call Jason, come, can’t get no time
I heard these n*ggas want my fame and name, I put the b*tch in line

[Verse 1]
So many kids and how you think that I feel?
I’m ‘tryna tell you, it’s real
I ain’t got no money to give, b*tch I’m hustlin’ for real
Hold on, n*gga, I told you that you better slow down ‘fore I send my cousin skully for to bust ‘yo f*ckin’ door down
All night, I’m hustlin’
I done came from nothing
Oh yeah, all them b*tches stuntin’
I put diamonds from their heads to legs
Million dollars inside my closet, b*tch .45 come play with that
Come inside her, I’m out the window and she pop out, (?)
[Reprise]
I got my green mask on, time to get active what’s happenin’?
I’m standin’ down, b*tch I get down, I got that sh*t from my mammy
I keep that pistol on me, b*tch you run up on me, I’ll stamp ‘ya
Promise for to dome the pus*y b*tch for all them stupid ‘lil antics

[Verse 2]
Everytime I move around the dog, you don’t wanna play with me
We leave you dead in front your house, this sh*t ain’t safe for me
Mama, I know that my soul gone
Oh…
I’m ‘tryna smoke the b*tch you smoke on me (Oh Yeah)
I’m ’tryna live, (yeah), Hold on, I’m tryna talk
(I’m ‘tryna smoke the b*tch you smoke on me)(Oh Yeah)
It’s Lil Top n*gga, ay what you on 5ive, how you livin? I hope you getting it
f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these b*tches
They know I’ll murder ‘em and I’ll make the day, I don’t give a f*ck about what ‘nun of these n*ggas say

[Reprise]
I got my green mask on, time to get active what’s happenin’?
I’m standin’ down, b*tch I get down, I got that sh*t from my mammy
I keep that pistol on me, b*tch you run up on me, I’ll stamp ‘ya
Promise for to dome the pus*y b*tch for all them stupid ‘lil antics
Jason man, I’m f*cked up, I’m out my mind
I got my wife inside this b*tch, Dej in this b*tch, she got that iron
I’m feelin’ lesser than a man call Jason, come, can’t get no time
I heard these n*ggas want my fame and name, I put the b*tch in line
[Outro]
(It’s Slimeto n*gga, it’s Top (?), ay, call me whatever you want, just don’t call me a hoe, don’t call me a broke n*gga, you know i can’t talk too much, let that sh*t go)