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opps - blvdbizz lyrics

[intro]
boulevard, yeah
it’s the gang way, man
gang, gang
opp packs, loud packs what we smokin’ (what we smokin’)
everybody pulled up we ain’t loftin’ (we ain’t loftin’)
nah n*gga, know we in the cut, man, bl gang

[chorus]
opp packs, loud packs what we smokin’ (what we smokin’ n*gga)
everybody pulled up we ain’t loftin’ (h*ll nah)
couple of k!llers right beside me don’t approach me (bl)
finch west, wick block, yeah they know it, yeah they know it (woo)
opp packs, loud packs what we smokin’ (what we smokin’)
everybody pulled up we ain’t loftin’ (never lack)
couple of k!llers right beside me don’t approach me (keep it cool)
finch west, wick block, yеah they know it, (woo) yeah they know it

[verse 1]
pull up on his block wе get to blowin’ (get to blowin’)
free smoke lotta smoke when on it, when on it
lotta choppers get to bussin’ on your homies (get to bussin’)
he tried to smoke me he ain’t know i had it on me, had it on me (rookie)
n*ggas out here rookies i’ma vet’ (hahaha)
fto, i swear to god i’m at they neck (i’m at they neck)
n*ggas love to talk crazy on the net
until we pop out with them sticks and we fill ’em up with lead, n*gga (hot sh*t)
young wild n*gga from a dope block (dope block)
trap spot hot i keep the doors locked (doors locked)
bucktees in and out we got the whole spot (whole spot)
walk into my bando catch a dome shot, n*gga
[chorus]
opp packs, loud packs what we smokin’ (what we smokin’ n*gga)
everybody pulled up we ain’t loftin’ (h*ll nah)
couple of k!llers right beside me don’t approach me (bl)
finch west, wick block, yeah they know it, yeah they know it (woo)
opp packs, loud packs what we smokin’ (what we smokin’)
everybody pulled up we ain’t loftin’ (never lack)
couple of k!llers right beside me don’t approach me (keep it cool)
finch west, wick block, yeah they know it, (woo) yeah they know it

[verse 2]
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt through your block (through your block)
this a lil’ message to the opps (to the opps)
n*ggas claim they ridin’, no you’re not (no you’re not)
f*ck your dead homies in your aux, in your aux
posted on the corner with them glock’s, with them glizzy’s
broad day shootings yeah you know we get busy
n*ggas talk crazy but they never in the city
i ain’t hard to find p*ssy boy gettin’ [?] (where they at?)
summer time n*gga you can find me gettin’ litty
bando bussin’ got her jumpin’ off a dizzy (jumpin’)
b&e’s od and sh*t was gettin’ sticky (uh*huh)
two days bleachin’ the trap that (woo) was 50

- blvdbizz lyrics

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