Dead Opps Lyrics

On some new shit, fuck that old shit

Drive that new whip, fuck that old whip

With my new bitch, fuck my old bitch

Racks so damn fat, I can't hold it

Need like five bands, you can't hoe me

Roll that three five I'm getting holy

Pour that damn drank, sip it slowly

I'm on the run, I'm on the run, I'm on the run

Fuck nigga catch up I'm going too fast for you bitch

Finna hit Eliantte, put a lil 30 ball on my wrist

Watch how you talk nigga throw yo body bag in that ditch

Pockets on blues, crip

I'm with my dog, tell em sick

(I-it, it come with hawk tuah)

I got a bad hoe make her spit

I got a pack nigga make it flip

Feelin like 00 rockin rick

These niggas dick ride that shit sick

Put a whole three five in the spliff

Shit ain't sweet nigga hit his top

Throw a opp nigga in some grabs

Lil bro work the stick he like grah

All my opps they dead

All my opps they dead

All my opps they dead

On some new shit, fuck that old shit

Drive that new whip, fuck that old whip

With my new bitch, fuck my old bitch

Racks so damn fat, I can't hold it

Need like five bands, you can't hoe me

Roll that three five I'm getting holy

Pour that damn drank, sip it slowly