Opp K (Remix) Lyrics

Opps getting hit now pick yo gang up

Ran em' out his shoes dropped his money pick yo change up

On a highspeed chase to get away we switching lanes up

Can never stop drilling in them trenches doing the same stuff

All that sneak dissing tell niggas come to me direct

Bro gon' walk em' down hit his top & he won't break a sweat

Left em' dead on the scene broski known to make a mess

Don't do no glocks with red beams we tryna leave a nigga stretched

Tell them boys to suit up how ya homie get killed

How you go & drop a diss but ain't go drop no kills

He to fat might eat the bullets fuck it this his last meal

Call ya bitch Kapernick the way I made the bitch kneel

I got killers waiting to slide & they just itching for a kill

Don't be a dummy lose ya brain how ya momma gon' heal

Opp bitch she tryna fuck think she gon get a feel

Lil bitch I ain't dumb gon' make me flip that wheel

In that V with no tint fuck it we tryna get back

Fat ass bitch hop in gym because ya ass can't rap

Gave niggas some attention they ain't say shit back

Stop acting hard on the gram because we know that shit cap

Burnt his ass for that gun you know you ain't getting this back

We hopping out on feet & making niggas run track

Ima diss the opps on every song on every fucking track

I can really get em' killed you know his dumb ass gon' lack

Most these niggas goofy & some of these niggas ratatouille

Fucking from the back she grabbed my phone like bitch let's make a movie

Know the opps getting mad know they ass wan' shoot me

Blue beam & 50 drum bro playing call of duty

He got hit up in his chest fell flat up on his face

Bro wan' cut the band off like he tay k on the race

See his eyes roll back you know he in a different place

Bro come off the pick & roll we hitting opps with different plays

Euro Step to the bucket potato chips he get laid

Keep lil homie on ya team we ain't lookn for no trades

Bro got F's & He got B's I ain't talkn bout no grades

That shit burning up his body lil pussy felt that flame

Opps getting hit now pick yo gang up

Ran em' out his shoes dropped his money pick yo change up

On a highspeed chase to get away we switching lanes up

Can never stop drilling in them trenches doing the same stuff

Nigga ain't no guns 2 to the M's u ain't killing shit

We drop bodies before disses we fuck round drop the tint

How y'all nggas called the mhm when the score like two to ten

Shoot shit no basketball like Tupac above the rim