OPUS Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

I got the

I got the drip, I got the

I got the drip

I got the drip drip drip

Uh huh

I got the drip, bitches waterproof

I got the sauce, I'm the boss of this chakra root

Oops I meant the root chakra, who's got the juice

Pop a tab, rock the past away

I'm a castaway in the booth proper

Show stopper, the Glock cocker, pop pop pop you

Dome rocker if I gotta, yeah that's that

Dope copper, the rope tied up on that beam

Choke collar, the dope shot in your bloodstream

Swag down to the trap home

No backbone, you ain't got it

I'm back now, never backed down

Come on back round, you ain't bout it

Fat mouth, what the fuck is that sound

Money money money money

Figure it out, get out of town if you need to

Living with doubt is a proud way to be swooned

By the evil, street sweep the people

Defeat the steeple, repeat the sequel

Heavenly, I'm in the belly the beast

One thing we'll never achieve is true peace

Step to me, you gon' receive that two piece

No chicken, no biscuit, done broke off this leash

Can you feel my heart reverberate, the ache is loud

Can you feel my soul exasperate my demons now

Fallen once again, I'm on my knees, I face the ground

I pray for understanding, in return don't hear no sound

Keep two blickis, call that double penetration

I don't really give a mother fuck about your situation

I don't talk, I'll walk you down, ain't got no time for confrontation

I'm just trying to get my life together, summon convocation wit my boys

You know it's serious when we walk up in the building

People suck and always ducking when we outchea in the field

You can find us in the 828, I hate to break it to ya

You don't really understand the pain from where we came, do ya

Aye uh

Muhh' fucka, do ya

Aye aye, muhh' fucka, do ya

You don't understand, you don't understand

You don't understand, understand, do ya

Aye, aye bitch