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dead opps - 2glocks.red lyrics

[intro]
yeah, mhm (brr, brr, brr, brr)
ay, free madmax
free john wick, free no face
ay, ay, free blow

[verse: 2glocks.red]
team full of steppers, when we come through yo’ sh*t, everybody get low and go hide
lil’ hot got the drop, you know we ain’t doing no waiting, they know it, we coming in hot
i cannot go out like bro who get left on the ground, i think he had his chop
ay, stop this car, there go a opp n*gga walking, i bet he start running, he see this .45
[?], that n*gga ass dead as a b*tch, they still ain’t get no revenge
tray just died, now that’s another n*gga down, godd*mn y’all need to go spin
don’t f*ck with no new n*ggas, only day one n*ggas, i’m sorry, can’t do no new friends
kman died and that sh*t hurt my pride, i get mad ‘bout that sh*t and i just wanna spin
we hopped out on his ass, this drac for a sh*ll*catcher on it, it’s taking ‘em up
lil’ tuck tried to throw me a opp ho but that b*tch wasn’t thick, h*ll nah, i ain’t f*ck
they need to free john wick and no face out that b*tch, on bro, know they going for none
n*gga green than a b*tch, come around here with a bl!ck, know d*mn well he slimed for his gun
200 or more whenever we step out the house, we really come through like swat
opp ho boring, came over here on the block talking ‘bout she ain’t eating no c*ck
know that b*tch giving the drop, if not, that b*tch gotta go before we spank that b*tch
and i can merch like three n*ggas died from the six, i swear that sh*t sad as a b*tch
ay, stop the car, i’m up in the booth, on bro, got a whole lot of shots
we really crack 4’s, opp ho don’t give up that lo’, on bro, her ass get popped
catch me in traffic, i’m doing you nasty, i’m thuggin’ with ratchet, yo’ ass gon’ die
i don’t want no dealings, she all in her feelings, she say i act different, i ain’t cuffing no bop
[verse: jaybleeda]
n*gga wanna pull out some belts like tray ain’t just lose his life, he the one got spanked
this za got me high than a b*tch, finna pull out my tooth, i done fell in love with smoking hank
give a f*ck ‘bout the car, tell lil’ brother to check on the tank ‘cause this b*tch finna hit right on eewee
hopping out on feet, i can’t go out like pay, i’ma up this b*tch and shoot at the police
give a f*ck ‘bout the opps, n*gga know i’ma bang my gun, i ain’t ever running from a n*gga
we got different b*ttons on all of these glocks, when we have a shootout, this sh*t look like some skittles
we spin a block and send him to the spitter, you n*ggas be rookies, y’all really beginners
lil’ red in the back with a 300 blackout, tryna send a p*ssy n*gga with his members
and let’s get a fade, free bro in the cell with a blade, tryna slice off a opp n*gga neck
when i get the lo’, yeah i’m calling lil’ nut, i’m a rich young n*gga sliding in a ‘vette

[verse: 2glocks.red]
pillow talking to that ho get you stretched
.762, that b*tch rip through your neck
i’m in the olo, boy it’s a stolo, me and lil’ reese ah hop out making mess
ay, we in a 392, finna hop out this b*tch with a .556 and make a mess
hit his ass in the head and his chest, run a n*ggas ass down tryna send his b*tch ass with the rest

[outro]
b*tch, uh
ay, we tryna send his b*tch ass with the rest
we tryna send his b*tch ass with the rest (brrr)
stand over gang, b*tch
ay, free my brother n*gga
ay, long live von, long live ten
cracking 4’s, and we cracking them 4’s
f*ck all the opps

- 2glocks red lyrics

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