Fuh da opps Lyrics

Fuck da opps, go down to hell

Got the chop I wish 'em well

Body drop like wishing well

Hoe don't talk just ring the bell

Ring the bell or you gone leave

battle scars all down my sleeve

(scrrr, pop, pop, pop)

Battle scars all down my sleeve

Feel like Gunna I'm pushing P

Fuck yo team they in the blunt

Mix that shit with Purple Runtz

Bitch you fake you just a stunt

Fuck yo gang them niggas fronting

Mix the sprite with Robitussin

Ate the ed' that shit was nothing

Stole yo bitch and now she blushing

In the whip and now we rushing

In the whip with pistols out

Niggas only for the clout

I was down the wrong path had to switch it up to a different route

Keep my name out yo fucking mouth

Running down with choppers out

Tryna see what they talking bout

Turned him into nothing now

We turned him to a bitch

We turned him to a hoe ass nigga he lick

Light that nigga up, turned that hoe to a wick

(he a bitch)

Riding round the hood with my brand new blick

If a nigga try to play, introduce him to the stick

Tell that hoe he suck like a brand new nic

And a nigga try to try me I'm a punch him in his shit

We gone leave him on the ground

We gone smoke him like a pound

Brand new chopper, fifty round

Brand new chopper, hit him down

Brand new chopper, with a beam

We gone hit him and his team

Me and my nigga gonna scheme

Shit be feeling like a dream