Dead Opps Lyrics

I just might pop a lil jig

Light up a Pote and throw back redbull

Can’t trust These hoes

Barely got a Soul

I’m feeling like Ted would

My mind on the money

Ain’t thinking bout nun but Hunnids

Stacked like Bread should

Pull Up To Yo section

It feel like I’m sliding for nun

Cause I’m in a Dead Hood

Can’t be fuckin these hoes

So ima Let My dawg hit

While I make sure the head good

She ain’t (Moment of silence) I

Put that bitch out make her walk

Cause that bitch was dead jug

These lil boys be trippin

You say you gone do this and that

Man I wish lil head Would

Keep on running yo mouth

I’ll open yo mf head

Just like a Can good

Put a Bag on yo head if you

Wanna Get stretched

Then I’m at yo neck

Them N***** you wit

If they Got a problem

They gone have to be next

Ion fw revolvers I like Da Wesson’s

My N**** Just bought him a tec

He ready to use it lil N****

Don’t get confused and you better

Watch how u step

This bitch ain’t no Nina

I’m shooting like steph

I Been had strips no ref

Aye

I air this bitch out

I’m shooting till aint none left

When I’m done

N**** damn near death

Them ain’t yo rounds

When we came in the

Spot them N*****

They got up and left

I guess They knew what it was

Cause if a N**** Move Wrong

We crashin out like a Wreck

Off white like the bells on me

I Walk in the spot look like

I got the scale on me

You say that’s yo brother

You play with that mf money

Then y’all gone be dead homies

That N**** look dead don’t he

I wont write a statement

So I keep the led on

I know he a bitch I hit em with it

I know he gone try to call the feds on me

I’m What they waiting on

But these N***** hating hoes

On some petty shit

Done Seen So many thangs

I ain’t jump out the game

Cause bitch I ain’t ready yet

Why you chasing these bitches

I’m chasing this money

I ain’t go with my second guess

Can’t get caught up in that field

These hoes Get you killed

From a Petty text

I been Acting boujee

She gone F*** me for Free

But want you to pay for the C******

Real street nigga Had a 38

Now its long clips like a Movie

Don’t look at Me Stupid

Cause I’m ready to

Set this bitch off like I’m Boosie

If any N**** got a Problem

Hop in the box

I rather beat em For I shoot em

Long clip like a ruler don’t make use it

Bitch do I look like a Student

Who tf you think you fooling

Know he a Fluke

Cause when he pull it he aint use it

Old heads say I’m ruthless

she (Moment of Silence) like she toothless

I’m wit my new bitch

Think she can do better

Im eyes and ears prove it

I step out my Comfort zone

I bust on her face

And tell bae that I’m coming Home

Cause she done blew up my phone

I got 32 Missed calls

Like it’s some Wrong

Pull up to the spot

Hop out wit the stick in my hand

You know I got 1 in the dome

She on the same shit

So when she go to tripping

I gotta Get Gone

It won’t be no flashing

You gotta Problem address it

What I look like asking see how he acting

Like 1 Of These hoes

So we gone go get you some panties

love all my N***** stick to da code

You bet not fold or panic

It ain’t shit to Send a Message

Since u flexing

We gone deliver the package

Call up 1 of my lil Hittas

Now he on yo ass

It won’t be time for reacting

Ion wanna see a Stretcher

I want you to stretch em

I wanna See em in caskets

If you walk Da Wrong way

Watch wat u say

Cause i let a nigga have it

If it’s a Bitch

I got Hoes to smash em

Pull up strong and drag em