Fake Opps Lyrics

Oh yeah, Elijah

I've been on that road

Why they hoes tryna line me up like Domino's

These motherfuckers too trim, Louis

Man, this slimey hoe tryna line me up like Domino's

When I'm on that mission, get the bread

And then it's time to go like Vamonos

Cuttin' up in traffic when we on the road

Why the fuck we pay' for cars if we gon' drive slow

Lil EJ he done took the whip

Man lil Mari hella paranoid, I'm talkin' to the lil

Bro, like we gon' flip the script

Man, we can't get caught, P-Money got pole on hip

Man, that Spike strip ain't gon' do nothin

We hop out and dip, yeah

I don't care if you don't like me

If you got a problem, pussy, come and fight me

Heard there's snakes in the grass, come and bite me

I ain't never been a rat, you can save it, I ain't writing

Damn, you got blood on my white tee

Man, I love that hoe, I'm callin' it Bih Wifey

I got some top shottas, tell them come and try me

Next time you think about playin', think about dyin

Only time I really feel myself is in the studio

Feel like Ryan with the Mac-11, you catch him like Julio

I'ma go out strikin', man, I feel like li Foolio

Man, I'm sick of all this lyin', nigga, let the truth be told

I gotta bad bitch, I love everything bout her

I'm with twin he been pourin' lines out the baby bottle

Got some money now they hatin', why they tryna be my rival

I don't like the dissin, go ahead, meet my rifle

Man, I love my lil cuz like a daughter, slide to her recital

On my momma, you ain't built for this, go home and read the Bible

I been snappin' since a child, you got wet up with the ARP

Now your ass need a towel, on my momma when I'm at the top

Gon' be there for a while, and you know it ain't no stoppin

Call up Jay and he gon' blow that pocket rocket

Man, that boy a junkie, look at why his eyes all out the socket

I'm cookin' on the stoves, you like hibachi