to the ops - final warning remix - dwills (rapper) lyrics
[intro]
p*n*s, ayy
[chorus]
to the opps, yeah, it’s your final warning
i be in the field, with the gang, yeah, with my n*ggas swarming
yeah, the opps be quiet, kinda silent, things be getting boring
the gang totin’ choppas, yeah, they gon’ pop ’em
yeah, the bullets soarin’
[verse 1]
ayy, stop playing games, this ain’t no app
ride around in foreigns, they won’t ever catch me, ‘n they scared
only pack we be smokin’ be the dead, and that is a fact
where the opps be hidin’? perfect timing, put you on the map
yeah, yeah, and i’mma smoke another wood, n*gga
i be makin’ money, stackin’ money, eating good, n*gga
with my n*gga schemin’, wearing black, we got hoods, n*gga
i will shoot a n*gga off his bike, like he* (shh!), ayy
ayy, and that little n*gga dead
and everybody quiet too, lil’ n*gga, talkin’ dead
yeah, b*tch, we smokin’ zaza
don’t smoke weed, we smoke dead, n*gga
glock with the scope, and aim for reds, won’t miss his head, n*gga
n*gga, n*gga, flaunt when he ahead, n*gga
n*ggas droppin’ bodies, might as well go check the spread, n*gga
n*gga better listen, boy, this sh*t ain’t simon says, n*gga
if the opps keep playin’, yeah, they won’t be playin’ dead, n*gga
[chorus]
to the opps, yeah, you know it be your final warning
i be in the field, with the gang, yeah, with my n*ggas swarming
yeah, the opps be quiet, kinda silent, things be getting boring
the gang totin’ choppas, they gon’ pop ’em
yeah, the bullets soarin’
[verse 2]
yeah, the bullets be soarin’, way high up in the sky
huh, g*a*g, she gonna gag, f*ck her up in her prime
i just silence a n*gga, like he be a f*ckin’ mime
makin’ music with my gun, like this sh*t be a chime
then, we slide up on his block, n*gga, go check the time
in the game, just like i’m brady, how i’m shootin’ dimes
ain’t shootin’ no baskets, with my n*ggas, they be shootin’ 9s
edk, undivined, i don’t be giving n*ggas time
[chorus]
to the opps, yeah, you know it be your final warning
i be in the field, with the gang, yeah, with my n*ggas swarming
yeah, the opps be quiet, kinda silent, things be getting boring
the gang totin’ choppas, they gon’ pop ’em
yeah, the bullets soarin’
[outro]
p*n*s
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