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dead opps - lil pj lyrics

[intro: lil pj]
(run that back, cloud)
smokin’ on dead opps
slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
that’s in double 0 skin, motherf*ckers
geeked up, man
on drugs (turn me up for the one time)

[verse 1: lil double 0]
i got on it and they can’t stand it (no bap)
young n*gga just wanna shoot his gun, he don’t even go spend time with his family
can’t spend time when you chasing these bucks, still in the trap and rap, i’m making it happen (i’m making it happen)
me and pj too got same d*mn gun, same opps, put that boy in the casket
[chorus: lil double 0 & lil pj]
we smoke dead opps at least, we send headshots in the streets (streets, yeah)
we walk n*ggas down for that cap sh*t (walk down), we just only dissing on the beats (on beats)
other n*ggas slime (slime, slime), tryna face some’ every day, outside no lackin’
can’t skrrt off traffic (yeah, yeah), the car gon’ chase, he made a diss on the internet, check him in traffic, he racing

[verse 2: lil double 0]
we smoke dead opps (dead opps) until my head pops (uh), until i’m gone (let’s go)
rocking these chrome heart (slatt), i don’t go no love for a b*tch (slatt, slatt, slatt), leave me ‘lone
are you walking sh*t down or you gon’ be a ho?
look him in the eye, you ain’t no gangster, n*gga
walk some down, show a n*gga that you stepping, that you got aim, lil’ n*gga
n*ggas be screaming out, “slime”, but never slide, how the f*ck sh*t happened?
n*gga be swearing they having motion in the city, whole time cappin’, ayy
n*ggas swearing they have motion, whole time n*gga be bogus
i don’t even play with these n*ggas
play with my gang, we gon’ hop out and fix him, slatt
if i see the opps right now, i’ma hop out, smack ’em
face shot, do the boy in action, walk that boy down
.762 hit his face and his stomach, that b*tch got to curling up and laughin’
we smoke dead opps at the pound, big twenty*two, ho, it’s a rec on the ‘gram
trappin’ and servin’, flippin’ the pound, n*ggas play, we walking ’em down

[chorus: lil double 0]
we smoke dead opps at least, we send headshots in the streets
we walk n*ggas down for that cap sh*t, we just only dissing on the beats
other n*ggas slime, tryna face some’ every day, outside no lackin’
can’t skrrt off traffic, the car gon’ chase, he made a diss on the internet, check him in traffic, he racing
[verse 3: lil pj]
i just passed him these drugs, but i never did xans
i been flying a couple b*tches out to the land
we been steppin’ on sh*t, for a fact, never ran
quick to roll up a opp’, this a strong lil’ strand
i just been out of my body (my body), i been on so many drugs (drugs), trippin’ through the lobby (through the lobby)
steppin’ on haters, can’t n0body stop me
i’m with double 0, yeah, that’s my twin, he slidin’ (double 0, yeah)
no more sticks in this b*tch and we* shh, still spinnin’ and we all rich
youngin, i’m turnt, got the slimes in this b*tch, go to new york and i’m stepping in rick
all these b*tches start coming ’cause i got a name, i’m up out the hood, but i can’t never change
don’t need me no gun range ’cause i got the aim
what is a opp’? you talking ’bout my strain

[bridge: lil pj]
we smoke*
ha*ha*ha, whole lotta dead opps, man (kelun, turn me up for the one time)
we smoke for it, yeah, we dead
this sh*t strong as f*ck, lil double, my twin, we slidin’
yeah*yeah, we cut (kelun, turn me up for the one time)
yeah (yeah), n*ggas know i be trippin’

[verse 4: lil pj]
youngin, i got me a plan (got me a plan), steppers on my side come in advance (come in advance)
brody spray the block while he up off xan (up off xan)
i hope it’s demons, you dig what i’m sayin’?
car full of sticks, car full of bl!cks (grrah, boom)
smokin’ dead opps, i fell in love with this sh*t (i fell in love with this sh*t)
crazy (ricks), boots, steppin’ in ricks (steppin’ in rick owens)
they know i’m the hardest, but they want a mix (yeah)
[chorus: lil double 0 & lil pj]
we smoke dead opps at least, we send headshots in the streets (streets, yeah)
we walk n*ggas down for that cap sh*t (walk down), we just only dissing on the beats (on beats)
other n*ggas slime (slime, slime), tryna face some’ every day, outside no lackin’
can’t skrrt off traffic (yeah, yeah), the car gon’ chase, he made a diss on the internet, check him in traffic, he racing

- lil pj lyrics

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