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street oppera - ots (only the silvas) lyrics

[intro]
piero this sh*t crazy
man paolo k!lled this sh*t

[verse 1: 1deezy]
ima need six bands for a cook up
brodie get to working in the field ain’t no push*ups
choppa got him leaning backwards and now he sit up
glizzy got him frozen both hands made him put up
worrying bout the wrong people where yo brother at
only bosses in the circle i can’t hang with rats
brother peaking from the corner man you know he strapped
praying to god but you know you ain’t gon get him back
park the car go get busy we do walk downs
put a b*tch in her place ain’t no chris brown
better watch where you stepping or get gunned down
got a thirty add some ten’s that’s some big rounds
got them cleats cuz you know i’m in that field
gotta survive in these streets man you know we down to k!ll
man i’m running up the beat man i need to sign a mil
i’m really clutching heat got no place for you to chill
fa fa this that glizzy
tryna spin the opps block boy til i’m dizzy
get the f*ck off my phone with that miss me
you got like 6 in the dirt no kizzy
sitting all day send that drop
put that vest down we hitting n*ggas tops
f*ck gta but i’m sw*nging with my chops
toss that tec cuz we leaning with our glocks
all yo friends gone i guess you can thank me
put that n*gga in a wheelchair man he lazy
pull up to the show with my drake like i’m baby
dropping thirty on these n*ggas heads like i’m kd
[verse 2: ots paolo]
i ain’t got no plans of slowing down i gotta go harder
xds, glocks and mops you gotta go smarter
looking up at me b*tch, i’m your godfather
always acting crazy on her story i do no want her
you can go and keep all that fame, i just want dollars
you can keep on talking your sh*t, i do not bother
ima keep on talking my sh*t, i am not proper
told me that she wanna go leave, i will not stop her
look, b*tch, finna make a movie
i can’t f*ck with that girl cuz she a known groupie
ion f*ck with the drakes we carry twin uzi’s
ion f*ck with the diamonds we carry big rubies
ots next up b*tch i’m tryna make a name
twenty bands in the closet know we only carry drank
put me on the field and i swear i’ll make the numbers change
how’d i hurt your feelings b*tch you know i ain’t the one to blame
money counter couldn’t keep up, i’m just running game
she thought that i was gonna come back, and i never came
saw her at a party one time, never was the same
you can give me all of the money, ion need the fame

[verse 3: 1deezy & ots paolo]
wrap the tape on that clip make sure that b*tch fit
put yo face on a shirt like it’s a misfit
put that red to his mouth this that lipstick
ion f*ck with fat b*tches tryna kiss it
oh yo brother dissed? now that n*gga dead
b*tch you rolling with the opps hear you talking to the feds
k is giving n*ggas cuts i’ll take a n*gga dread
teo trippin off them percs got them popping like some meds

- ots only the silvas lyrics

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