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Fuck the opps, you know that we got plenty guns for them

You try to something funny, we gon' leave you in the ground with them

Run it back to what I said, you know I never lack

Give a fuck about a bitch, we getting plenty racks

The way I got her twitching, you'll think that she off a perc

The way I give it to her, if I don't, she'll go berserk

Fuck the opps, they try to run up, then they gon' get murked

They not getting to no money, all them bitches broke

She gave me head and got a headache, I gave her Tylenol

She asked me if I nutted in her, I said, I don't know

I send hoes to get the drop on opps and drop the low

This 40 cal could blow your head off, so you best stay low

When we up the score , that's when I do my bop, yeah

Run it up until the top, I'll never stop, yeah

I said, half up on a baby, she said, uh, yeah

And I go by Andy Swervo, I got plenty fans

Vonte, that's my brother, you know that I'll ride for him

If you speak up on my name, you know that you my son

Give a fuck about opp, we don't care about no bum

If you being funny, you'll get rolled up in a blunt

I don't smoke, but I be smoking all up on my opps

He try to run up, brodie got a shot gun, make em flop

He don't take no pills, but I'ma make that boy pop

He said he could rap, I heard his shit, that boy a flop

Fuck the opps, you know that we got plenty guns for them

You try to something funny, we gon' leave you in the ground with them

Run it back to what I said, you know I never lack

Give a fuck about a bitch, we getting plenty racks

The way I got her twitching, you'll think that she off a perc

The way I give it to her, if I don't, she'll go berserk

Fuck the opps, they try to run up, then they gon' get murked

They not getting to no money, all them bitches broke