Fuck Da Opps ft. JakeJhit & La Cracka Lyrics

Fuck Da Opps ft. JakeJhit & La Cracka - Kshordy

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Yeah boom, boom

Free Wall boom

Dissing my brothers they think it's a game

(Hah)

This shit gotta stop, mention Lil' Bibbs

Got 4 K's 2 or 3 Glocks

NIggas playing wrong, got his shit stopped

(Boom, boom) what's the point of slidin'

If ain't shit dropped?

You know time will tell that's

Why I'm on the clock

Scam to get on tryna make it to the top

Four pocket's full, double them knots

Ain't chasing no hoe 'cause

These bitches be thots

Running game on me that some she not

Tried to run from the gun nigga, got shot

Choppas flying 'round the hood

Got the block hot

Don't let off a missile sound like a swat

Don't hang wit nigga's they be tryna plot

Have my shorty wipe your nose

Ain't talking bout snot

Talm 'bout on go that's sum' they not

Free hoe on go put the gun to her twat

And I been on a drill

Tryna split a nigga noggin'

I done seen 50K just chillin' in the spot

Ran up my own bag now

My pockets full of knots

Keep dissin' on my brother put

His ass on spot

When time get cold shoot his ass make it hot

Dissing my brothers they think it's a game

(Hah)

This shit gotta stop, mention Lil' Bibbs

Got 4 K's 2 or 3 Glocks

NIggas playing wrong, got his shit stopped

(Boom, boom) what's the point of slidin'

If ain't shit dropped?

You know time will tell that's

Why I'm on the clock

They make a song like 2

Of they mans ain't dead

They rappers, them niggas ain't opps

I was on Melvin with jit

Like the day before last

Them niggas don't be on their block

I hit a opp in the trap she shakin' that ass

These bitches ain't getting my drop

(She ain't getting my drop)

I see a nigga out east I'm dropping my mask

I'm dropping my mask I swear on my Glock

Leeke got hit in his top (In his top)

Bought us a switch he ain't getting too far

Ride 4 deep under 2 per cent tint

So you know who I'm with you

Can't see in this car hoppin' on feet

Lil' Shug try to get with that fence

I heard he got hit with that Glock

(He got hit with' that Glock)

Smoking on Meechie and Leeke

They speaking on Teke

I'm rollin' 23 in my Gar

Niggas gone die if they bring up spazz

Got 100 round mags

Boy you won't get far (You won't get far)

Spin-on yo block ima be on

Feet boy I'm serious

Im trying to put 3 ina gar (Put Ina Gar)

They keep on speaking on Peedy

Like we don't smoke Leeke

That nigga got caught in a car (Leeeekeee)

Bullets they hit you and

They leave you leaning

We passing out shots you can call us a bar

You know we be sliding got 200 shots

Fill a opp up leave his body to rot

Used to be broke, now I keep me a knot

Blowing through this shit

Get it back because I got it

Opps be hiding they know we got rockets

Big 308 bullets rip through his body

I don't wish jail on nun of my opps

Tell them cracker's free FaceGo

And free Scotty

All my brothers ongo we blowing them heads

Everyone of us done beat a "homie"

Caught shug lackin' on lean they done did

Wrap jit up like a mummy

Switch on the back of my Glock

Hit him all in his top

I was aiming that bitch at his tummy

Get on the ground when you hear this chop

Don't have no vest

Ain't no sense of running

2 Glock's 2 of my 3 762's tell

His we don't fuck with Ku's

Opps they scared they don't be out man

Them pussy ass nigga's sum' fools

Channel 408 Facego Ksoo got yo momma'

And daddy crying on the news

You can call us hot we be chasing down opp's

Almost every damn day like we chasing blues

Yall nigga's slow as fuck, hah boom

Boom