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opp flow - jdot breezy lyrics

[intro]
(thanks, yakree)
ayy, ayy, uh

[verse 1]
these n*ggas be rappin’ ’bout sh*t they know they ain’t livin’, i swear i’m tired of that sh*t
paintin’ this image, rappin’ like he really drillin’, he know he ain’t steppin’ on sh*t
i play it smooth, but i say i gotta turn up, might end up clappin’ a b*tch
for jokin’ and playin’ like i’m never standin’ on ten, like i ain’t get active and sh*t
boy, you know you a b*tch
better no come swingin’ this way ’cause you’ll come back from that hit
man, n*ggas sad, regret like i’m gettin’ your ass ’cause you mentioned bro in a diss (sad)
so i show a n*gga somethin’, yeah, n*gga got no money, you the one that get shorty for hits (b*tch)
dot slangin’ the drac’, them ogs be bangin’ the k, play with gang and a n*gga get hit
i just stuffed six grams in my backwood (yeah)
i just stuffed forty in my drac’ (d*mn)
ayy, n*ggas posted up on that block (what?)
i’ma k!ll six n*ggas if they play (on bro)
all the tweak n*ggas my brother gon’ sweep up (yeah)
run a n*gga down, hit him all in his face (boom, boom)
n*ggas ain’t fast, thought i wasn’t gon’ keep up (gang)
run in that place (gang), we was pullin’ them ks (gang)

[chorus]
we just smoked a new opp, hop out, h*ll man, shots fired
man down, his brother cryin’, ku ku gang just took a live
bet these n*ggas cappin’, that’s what happen when they outside
n*gga know we ’bout action, we tote ratchets and we slang iron
[verse 2]
never been no ratchet, i’ma sit right in your bushes, then wait ’til you come out the door
n*gga hit that switchy, everybody try to play dead, knock buck, we gon’ hit at the floor (vfft, vfft)
i want everybody head, i know who that is in the messages, funny they think i don’t know
that lil’ boy a b*tch, tell the whole world he cappin’, he ain’t never put sh*t on a scope
draco flip sh*t like gymnastics, your b*tch nasty, gang in her throat (uh)
and my clip [?] better jacket, it’s fn plastic, snuck in the show (hat)
long live lee, b*tch, we ’bout action, long live ku, he was slidin’ for sho’ (ku)
don’t think sh*t sweet because i’m rappin’, i still catch that homi’ for bro (b*tch)
n*gga, i don’t know nothin’, don’t come ask me sh*t (nah), i don’t wanna talk about my opps (at all)
i don’t know the n*gga name, word in the street n*gga had ran down and his ass got popped (woah)
word in the street them n*ggas had swerved on dot, he made them crash they car
word in the street that n*gga was tweakin’ on live, the next day know he got dropped
i don’t care how many hats you got, n*gga crazy as h*ll if you think i’ma duck
get on your ass, you better not lack ’cause wherever you at, we shootin’ it up
7.62 go through that brick, i’ma slide through that b*tch, come f*ckin’ sh*t up
you sendin’ a diss, then we sendin’ a hit, we won’t text that lil’ b*tch, just send his ass up

- jdot breezy lyrics

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