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opp pack - amphetamineabuser lyrics

verse 1: amphetamineabuser
yuhhhh b*tch im smokin opppack
she bouncin on my n*ts*ck
i ain’t chase a b*tch
i chase the bag
choppa hold a billion
thats a big ass mag
i just bought a brand new whip
and its f*ckin fast
i got f*ckin racks
100 mile tall stack
i can’t count my cash
cuz they ain’t invent a number that big yet
b*tch im sippin hi tech
ridin with a kel tech
look at my money it speak for itself
i dont even need to flex
whippin off of f*ckin x
f*ck a b*tch im after checks
diamonds flip, tech deck
smart b*tch give me brain
dumb b*tch just give me neck
money big as a t*rex
i just sent a bomb threat
and it was to complex
why would i f*ck with you?
your gang some rejects
f*ck you, no respect
f*ck you i dont care
your gang some f*ckin squares
opp pack blow it in the air
spend a mill on the clothes i wear
the way i ball, unfair
money tall, way up there
money long, from here to there
i have so much money they need to invent a new term for me like gazillionaire
ay
b*tch im in a mansion
my diamonds they dancin
money grow, expandin
money grow, elongate
pockets grow, gain weight
pockets fat, obese
b*tch i get that cheddar, that brie, that gouda, that swiss, that american
that pepperjack, that parmesan, that gruyere, that mozzarella, that feta
that colby jack, that queso
b*tch i get that f*ckin cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese
verse 2: lil demon
these n*ggas cappin and they really about it
say he got straps but really dont got it
and i know some n*ggas that pop up at houses
yo b*tch on my d*ck and [?]
that p*ssy i pound it i got that b*tch shoutin
[?]
just like nick cannon you know i be wildin’
you say you gon’ catch me lil n*gga i doubt it
i got dope [?]
b*tch wanna f*ck she in love with designer on my drawers
and now she gon give me a call
just like i’m lonzo i just wanna ball
put a big clip in the bl!ck that is small
i keep a [?]
i ain’t chasin cap but you know i’m a dog
i take your main b*tch put my d*ck in her jaw
ooh so disrespectful
movin too fast for these n*ggas foot on the pedal
ooh got sticks like a pretzel
i got my shooters with me so you better be careful
b*tch
they ain’t on my level
f*ck it i dip on a b*tch h*ll nah she ain’t special
she give me a brain like a [?]
i got the stick and a drum i ain’t talkin heavy metal
[?]
roll me a wood to the eighth
no we don’t diss on the net, n*ggas know we don’t play
hop in the whip with your bae
if she ain’t down to f*ck kick that b*tch out mma
ain’t really sh*t else to say
i’m k!llin this beat
they got my raps on replay
b*tch

- amphetamineabuser lyrics

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