Dead Opps Lyrics

How he gon talk his homie in a spliff

Fuck Mac thats why he resting in piss like

He runnin up then im shooting my shit

Spot me an oppa im uppin that blick like

They know my body, the knock on my body

But he could still get his ass hit like

Bend thru the block imma start up the party

He could get hit with the 30 he zip like damn

His momma clueless, How?

She aint hear screams? Like Issac was loud

He screaming "help! help! help!" not now

No FN he get hit knocked down damn

And they know how i am with the knocker

There ain't no running find out how to block em

He could get hit from a far I'll knock em

Vest don't work, head shots imma lock em damn

Grrah, Bitch, Grrah Grrah Grrah

Damn how he get cought with his pants down

Like litterally caught with his pants down

W M start to think they is gay

He was showing his dick at his friends house

He made a diss now his channel deleted

Heat up his face now he hot like a Phoenix

He keep on testing then im finna beam him

Cops ask around no I aint even seen him damn

He wanna run into me thats cool

But he need to know these rules

Dont fuck with my friends up uppin that tool

Step 2

Be yourself

Dont fuck with the crew

Dont run into me you could fall no shelf

But he could get hit thats true

Dont run to the teachers dont talk then tell

And do not be thinking we all fools like damn

And i know that i really am crazy

Pop me a pill now im feeling real lazy

He wanna play make him sleep no baby

If she wanna leave then i know she gon phase me

I do not want her to have to go leave

She gotta do what she do

Im moving too tac keep a tec when i move

I call up my ooter know he finna oot

Im a bugout, cuz they know imma spazz

I creep 'round the corner dont lack

You already know black out no cap

Cuz he could get hit in the back

Of the head

Black out 2 shots i seen red

He runnin up then i promise he dead

He eating bullets cant say he aint fed

Already know he get hit like i said

How he gon talk his homie in a spliff

Fuck Mac thats why he resting in piss like

He runnin up then im shooting my shit

Spot me an oppa im uppin that blick like

They know my body, the knock on my body

But he could still get his ass hit like

Bend thru the block imma start up the party

He could get hit with the 30 he zip like damn

His momma clueless, How?

She aint hear screams? Like Issac was loud

He screaming "help! help! help!" not now

No FN he get hit knocked down damn

And they know how i am with the knocker

There ain't no running find out how to block em

He could get hit from a far I'll knock em

Vest don't work, head shots imma lock em damn

Grrah, Bitch, Grrah Grrah Grrah