Street Oppera ft. OTS Paolo & 1Deezy Lyrics

Piero this shit crazy

Man Paolo killed this shit

Ima need six bands for a cook up

Brodie get to working in the field ain't no push-ups

Choppa got him leaning backwards and now he sit up

Glizzy got him frozen both hands made him put up

Worrying bout the wrong people where yo brother at

Only bosses in the circle I can't hang with rats

Brother peaking from the corner man you know he strapped

Praying to god but you know you ain't gon get him back

Park the car go get busy we do walk downs

Put a bitch in her place ain't no Chris Brown

Better watch where you stepping or get gunned down

Got a thirty add some ten's that's some big rounds

Got them cleats cuz you know I'm in that field

Gotta survive in these streets man you know we down to kill

Man I'm running up the beat man I need to sign a mil

I'm really clutching heat got no place for you to chill

Fa fa this that glizzy

Tryna spin the opps block boy til I'm dizzy

Get the fuck off my phone with that miss me

You got like 6 in the dirt no kizzy

Sitting all day send that drop

Put that vest down we hitting niggas tops

Fuck GTA but I'm swanging with my chops

Toss that tec cuz we leaning with our glocks

All yo friends gone I guess you can thank me

Put that nigga in a wheelchair man he lazy

Pull up to the show with my Drake like I'm Baby

Dropping thirty on these niggas heads like I'm KD

I ain't got no plans of slowing down I gotta go harder

XDs, Glocks and mops you gotta go smarter

Looking up at me bitch, I'm your godfather

Always acting crazy on her story I do no want her

You can go and keep all that fame, I just want dollars

You can keep on talking your shit, I do not bother

Ima keep on talking my shit, I am not proper

Told me that she wanna go leave, I will not stop her

Look, bitch, finna make a movie

I can't fuck with that girl cuz she a known groupie

Ion fuck with the drakes we carry twin uzi's

Ion fuck with the diamonds we carry big rubies

OTS next up bitch I'm tryna make a name

Twenty Bands in the closet know we only carry drank

Put me on the field and I swear I'll make the numbers change

How'd I hurt your feelings bitch you know I ain't the one to blame

Money counter couldn't keep up, I'm just running game

She thought that I was gonna come back, and I never came

Saw her at a party one time, never was the same

You can give me all of the money, ion need the fame

Wrap the tape on that clip make sure that bitch fit

Put yo face on a shirt like it's a Misfit

Put that red to his mouth this that lipstick

Ion fuck with fat bitches tryna kiss it

Oh yo brother dissed? now that nigga dead

Bitch you rolling with the opps hear you talking to the feds

K is giving niggas cuts I'll take a nigga dread

Teo trippin off them percs got them popping like some meds