The Opps ft. Morty, t.roy, LeekJay & shefwtj Lyrics

Fuck a nigga named Efren

Niggas not really stepping

95 degrees outside but 30's how we left them

Smoking on that pressure

Some shit I'll never let up

If I ever catch that bitch I put her in a stretcher

This shit getting morbid but I ain't dissing Jared Leto

Yo baby mama told me you not hood but you act ghetto

Yo boyfriend wear fake yeezys and you wearing fake stilettos

All yo jewelry fake

All yo chains is made of medal

We so undefeated

Ximena suck at reading

If I put you in ashes you ain't rising like a Phoenix

We only go for headshots ain't no coming back like Jesus

And I been

Ducking the police I like my freedom

And we took that golf cart

And I don't regret it

If we find him we going to stretch them

Someone please send him this message

And who that racist bitch making all them accusations

In a way guess you was right

Little girl congratulations

Demon timing in my eyes

I heard Salma tryna hide

Girl you know you finally die

Popping out is suicide

Wish you would try to step outside

Half the time I'm flogging

Run down gang we never jogging

Shorty knocked his locks out nigga in that casket balding

I live where the shooters be

Headshots where my niggas see

I come take yo bitch wit me and

Make her get down on her knees

All my niggas smoking trees

Bitch ass nigga owe me fees

When I see you outside

My homies shoot you while they wear the ski

We was driving down the street

See some kids we thought we meet

They was all up on they feet

While we was shooting from the seat

Mom called 12 they wanna meet

Whole gang yeah we was in heat

Sirens going down the street

Thought we was gonna end up beat

Fuck that racist bitch fore I show you what a nigga does

I know you want us niggas in the car to go back to the bus

You thought we was Isis but my niggas we all work for Gus

Making dough like Walter white while u suck on yo husband nuts

Smoking on that Salma pack

Smoking on that Mena pack

Smoking on that Efren pack

Smoking on that Nia pack

Bitches think they ass is flat

In real life that shit is flat

TayTay yeah I'm clapping back

I like bitches asses fat

Niggas can't fuck with me

I make bitches plea with me

Shoutout to all my opponents

I think you all should listen up

Salma fuck yo dead folks

Smoking on that grandma pack

This shit really loud as fuck

But I ain't talking bout her family

Mena bitch you slow as fuck

Go to school and learn yo stuff

We going to catch that Efren nigga up around that corner store

Knock his shit off out the map

We going to be happy bro is gone

Nia you be on my dick too much

Stay in yo lane lil Hoe

Lil Bitch

Fuck the opponents

Bitch

Niggas think they fazing me

I'm on the block they hating me

I got the numbers 1-2-3

I got them bitches liking me

Crispy fried like KFC

Finger licking licking me

9-11 blowing shit

I got yo bitch she sucking dick

She suck so good I'm cumming quick

I like the way she ride the D

Now you know why she call me

She in the bed "Oh daddy please

Why you got me on my knees"

You niggas stink and look like fleas

Look at me I got the keys

J5 got the birds and bees

Fuck with me I'm not the one

Fuck you bitch an yo son

You say yo nigga got a gun

But fuck it I just shoot for fun

Bitches seeing sonic rings

Fuck it I see bigger things

Fuck them hoes I love my queens

Yeah my niggas young kings

NYC not from the queens

But I got them New York dreams

Not as crazy as I seem

But fuck with me I split yo spleen

Now you cry and wanna sing

But Water works is not my thing

B.B. King the thrill is gone

R.C yeah this is my song

Swap meet pussy yeah that's wrong

Fuck it MD out I'm gone

Niggas hitting ghosts

But a nigga not gone boast

Yeah you bitches do the most

Imma goated party host

DO double G the man

Finally run a fuckin band

Yeah you bitches play in sand

TJ I'm the fuckin man

She sucked ma dick an told her man

Louis v come shop wit me

Yeah ma niggas pushing p

Blind like Ray but now I see

TJ me know I'm flee