Opal Son Lyrics

You killing who

You robbing who

That nigga must be dumb

You must not heard about lil Opal Son

That nigga throwed

That Nigga krazy

We ain't talking Slug

Nah we talkin bout the youngest one

That nigga melo yea he throwed off fr

His mom said put the percs down he gettin angry off pills

That's because he reminiscing bout them days in the field

Like diggin deep to throw them bullets like that boy on the Bills

He got a lil brother they not blood dump was young when he lost his mother

He wrote this line to let em know that they got each other

Cause he gon boot bout the nigga

He said wear gloves to load the gun incase you shoot at a Nigga

The nigga run that mean Pursue the lil nigga

And if you scared to pull the trigger go to school then lil Nigga

Once you do it you in this shit forreal

Paranoia kickin in thinkin bout them drills

Pills heal the pain wen U alone they helpin how you feel

But don't got out like no junkie cause addiction real

Niggas switch sides niggas dickride niggas tell lies

So in these streets you never trust a nigga

Just get yo blick slide hold that bitch tight never think twice if your ever gotta buss a nigga

Melo seen some real niggas turn to snakes

Melo seen some real junkies to to jakes

Don't give a fuck he selling food he know what's on his plate

Talk to the lord when he need answers he know God is great

Was 17 he had a pistol and he caught a case

Heard he a rat so when I see him imma exterminate

Don't diss the dead in he a wood smoke him to the face

Pour my other opp up…

It's a bout a eight

You killing who

You robbing who

That nigga must be dumb

You must not heard about lil Opal Son

That nigga throwed

That Nigga krazy

We ain't talking Slug

Nah we talkin bout the youngest one

Cause lil Melo he been through some trauma

Liq help his mom and pills help his father

They was in the streets he was a lonely child

But he still thankful for they help because they raised a scholar

He still reminiscing

Seen his first gun on his mom bed he think it was a smith &

She said you come from drug dealers so he fucking listened

He fell in love with shooting guns he love the sound of blicking

And the sound of mixing

When he in the kitchen

Put a one on top a two the junkies love to hit it

That mean you double up ya work profiting ya business

Young nigga who always loved to fucking get it

You killing who

You robbing who

That nigga must be dumb

You must not heard about lil Opal Son

That nigga throwed

That Nigga krazy

We ain't talking Slug

Nah we talkin bout the youngest one