Oppa k 2 Lyrics

Chris, you made this beat

Oh y'all talkin' hits

where Lil' poppa at, a milli on his head, now he dead, where his head at

We on the 8 to catch a hoodie and go right back

All i be surounded by is killers, I can't tame that

Makin' all them fuckin' posts, ain't gon' bring yo deads back

Smokin' on Lil' Lay-Lay and Lil' Jocci, bitch, I bang dat

Money makin' hustlers, that's the gang, bitch, i bang dat

Slide for yo' bros, different names, but the same tat

Why they keep dissin' us, is they really own that

li' Two-Face got ran down, and they push his face back

Almost all yo' homies, done got murked

Lil' ass bitch, you better go bang back

They the ones that keep callin me nice, but just love me

Better go get his lil' bitch, she keep tryna' hug me

Back then wasn't like that, now I'm really on that

I done reached my braking point i gotta show em dat im on that

Now they not claimin' me, fuck it, bitch, I take it back

I remember Sleepovers, damn, now it's Gangnam

Now y'all not helpin' me, damn, where the help at

Fuck it, bitch, I'm by myself, so if they bang it', I'ma bang it back

I cant give nobody shout outs, every nigga tried killin' me off

I be creepin' in the shadows, I'm tryna' take a nigga face back

One, two, three

I see a nigga, finna' whack him off his feet

Niggas thinkin', this shit a game

All you niggas in the courts, this is lame

Oh y'all talkin' hits, where lil' Poppa at

Runnin' through his sticks, we finna' make a pack

Oh lil 5ivoe done got hit, he said he didn't lack

I go this way, you go that way, we finna' blitz him through the back