Opp's Street ft. LiL D Lyrics

Man it's time to hop on the shit like we done niggas did

Niggas busy, spend, fuck off, niggas spend

Really, laying, fuck off, niggas still on this and the GBG

Let's go, it's a new effect, it's no auto

Man, it's a new shit, it's a new, man, it's no auto shit

Man, what the fuck you talking about

I'm really hopping this bitch

We ready to collab, nigga bitch, man

We really got a game, man

Go

Nigga got no motion, you a bitch

Watch what you say to me, before you get hanged like an ornament on a Christmas tree

I ain't showing sympathy, we'll get to spinning like a DVD

We gon' put em in a box like grief, in the city they be texting for perky

We been lurking, if you heard me, my young nigga 13, off of 30, like he was 13

Shooting shit like curry, putting niggas underneath

We tryna bury, put the opps up on the tee

I hope they remember energy, like I'm Freddie

It's not Meryl E. Onstreet, but the opps

We done slide through every block, on your clock, it's like a tick-tock

Cause the opps fuck with the cops, it's like a plot

Cause them niggas keep auditioning on GVG

Then they get they ass popped, like PnB rock

With a graystone on they head top

This shit like a movie shot to shot

They found his bones, it was rock

Every time we slide on they block, they don't be outside

Hit this bitch up with a 30, you know he gon' die

Welcome down with a ARP, fuck you and your dead nigga

Fuck that nigga Kiki, fuck that nigga BB

And that's what I say, he ain't gon' do shit to me

Come and say it to my face, I got too many Glocks in this bitch, gonna bust

Free my mans at the cell, and that's how I feel

Pussy bitch don't fuck with me, you gon' spin back on your block

Kill everybody I don't like, pull up, I'ma touch a whole pipe

Pussy bitch don't fuck with me, you know that she can't fight

How my sister whip her ass, she can't even talk no more

Hit that bitch out of her mouth, you know she can't walk no more

Kill everybody on that block, everybody on the 28

Get your mans and get your homie, we gon' spin back on that block

I don't give a fuck about how you feel, we spin back on your block

We whacking them off in the road, pussy bitch I ain't no hoe

Run up on me but I know how to blow air pipe

Pussy bitch, you niggas keep on talking but you can't even fight these 808s

Lil' pussy bitch I ain't no hater, nigga's better than me

I been vertified, pussy bitch don't fuck with me

Uh, okay, uh, ain't that same lil' jib when we was in elementary, nigga