Fuck Da Opps Lyrics

I'm Dwade from OBN and I don't fuck with the opps

Try to come down the L get your stupid ass popped

Try to slide, you gon' slip, 4nem, poppin' out the dip

I'm in the cut, shootin' dice with all the hoes over here

Nigga, nez, you's a goofy, matter of fact, you is a bitch

You from Riverdale, shorty, when the birds doin' hit

Claimin' that he 039, I never heard that shit

When you start poppin' out, when your jmoney got hit

39th and Cottage, nigga, by that bus stop

He was crawlin' on his knees from them fuckin' buckshots

Said he dissin' all my guys, like, y'all put in work

You at your homie Young Smoke, I bet that four-nickel hurtin

And DeJuan got it too, cause he was claimin' Suwu

But y'all know for snitch, we got the paperwork to prove

And 757, they some real-life hoes

Fresh came in blow , and we took his fuckin' pole

Can't forget Poo-Poo, hell yeah, we took his pipe

Clans caught me in the store and thought we was finna fight

And you know we told him 30s, made his ass take a hike

Guns make you niggas pussies, other words, they some dykes

When we speakin' bout the ave, man, they ass so broke

We had all your lil' bitches doin' dick in the Oak

35th really lawless, y'all ain't learn from Snoop

Don't make us come back to Pershing, catch y'all tryin' to hoop

We already slid once, dude got his ass slumped

Next time it's gettin' critical, somebody gettin' drunk

And I'm fresh up outta jail, I only been out for some months

And I'm already rollin', says it's sunny in the blunt

They like D-Wade back home, in he on that hot shit

Got this glizzy with a drum,Ruga with a mop stick

And I still be in traffic, lurkin', tryin' to drop shit

Free smoke for anybody on that fuck-my-block shit

And you hoes on the internet sayin', fuck the guys

You ain't never too cute to get your ass paralyzed

I don't really rap this, man, this ain't even me

I'm just givin' y'all the facts, what's really happenin' in the street

37, been trickin', man, and that's a known stat

Free the gang out the jam, they try to get on them crack

Cant forget about tballa

Y'all came to point them out

Then got the nerd on FaceTime and say, pop out

And the dub talkin' crazy, y'all ain't never did shit

We one block away, literally, that's it

Come slidin' through my hood, we post it up with them jocks

Have you like your homie, Yak, have him swimmin' with the opps

Y'all committin' suicide, that's some stupid-ass shit

Y'all must don't really know, OBN be doin' hits

Me, Kaiel, and Lil' Kenny start trickin' on each other

And they killed the lil' girl, my cordons to her mother

When it come to the rock, boy, they flippin' BD

Couple years ago, they whole hood was known for GD

Sonny got his ass changed, now y'all so sunny-side

All of a sudden, he had scholarship, soon as he died

He should've kept playin' ball and stayed his ass in the house

Now he in that backwoods that I'm smokin' in my mouth

We be late night creepin', spinnin' circles by your house

Might pull up on your bitch and then knock her ass out

Booda squad, trigger gang, V-block to the grave

Y'all know how scoota rock, he puttin' shit on front page

I ain't finna keep woofin', y'all know I'm where we at

In the jungle with the snakes, where gorillas carry that

Huh, you niggas know how we comin', man

Don't end up gettin' your ass smoked, nigga

Don't fuck with me, we ain't tradin' no pipes, nigga

Tell your homie, get his dumb ass up, bitch

Dumb ass up, bitch

Trigger gang

Snowman, all that good shit, nigga

That's it