Opps Lyrics

From the backseat

Get it cracking

Never lacking

Came from jacking

Now I'm stacking off the backend

I spit gold every flow lasting

Keep a poll at the show drastic

Pouring a four blasting

At the opps every time I pass em

Now they bleeding out in the backseat

Pop a rapper cause these pussies plastic

Don't fuck with piggies like I'm fasting

Keep a siggi when I'm fucking blasting

Have you sleeping in a fucking casket

Mothers weeping when I bury bastards

Voodoo secrets when I get to casting

I got heaters I be pistol packing

Gonna meet us and we gеt to jacking

Take your sneakers and that Gucci jackеt

Hit twice then I fucking pass it

We ain't mice we ain't got no masters

My advice to the lower classes

Pay the price now we got some pastures

Every line put in place I passed it

Any times hit you with the ratchet

On my grind now I reach the masses

Pussy ass mothafucka thought he was going to talk down on Babaji well take this mothafucka

From the backseat

Get it cracking

Never lacking

Came from jacking

Now I'm stacking off the backend

I spit gold every flow lasting

Keep a poll at the show drastic

Pouring a four blasting

At the opps every time I pass em

Now they bleeding out in the backseat