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opps - toosii lyrics

i was slidin in the opp block tryna opp shot
you n-gg-s ain’t pop sh-t you don’t pop shots
i was tryna make a stain with his brain in the hot glock
you giving out names and then yo opps slide
lil toosii i’m real wit it, my n-gg-s out and went fed wit it
you wanted smoke now you dead wit it, don’t got a problem inhaling it
my n-gg-s bang bang from the chain gang to the streets & we drilling sh-t
hollow tips feel up the draco that’s max and moon we spin but he fell in it
watch how this sh-t get muddy, you say my name you ugly
she know i’m cool she wanna f-ck me, we p-ss her off like a rugby
i take you in then you lucky, b-tch i do it my own it’s nothing
don’t need for n-body to love me cuz my heart cold like a husky

b-tch i been a real n-gg-, choppa gone feel up the room aye
he say he a real hitta, well he can get swept like a broom aye
i heard he a pill getter, we set em up in the noon yeah
soon as he pull up just watch how i pull up and he get put up like balloons yeah
i’m the shooter and the driver, my b-tch she bad like madonna i put her in all this designer
cougar a b-tch i got the hooker for keys & trees & gucci & fendi & prada
hood n-gg- ima shoo with a booster, i want neck like a rooster
you say you true to your religion lord forgive my sins i ain’t talking bout buddha
my wrist covered in flinstones, trap n-gg- need 10 phones
f-ck n-gg- get p-ssed on, 2 shows got 10 more
i ain’t even sign no deal, n-gg- i’m independent
i ain’t had to lease no whips, none of my sh-t be rented

homicides, ima shoot, ride the coupe, yo n-gg-s won’t ride for you
hide from who, try ya move, brodie say why the f-ck they try you
die to who, lord knows i go hard promise i won’t lie to you
you turning yo back i won’t cry for you, it won’t be no tears in my eyes for you
you know i’m rich on the baller, i’m the head honcho shot caller
nick nack patty wack i dog her, you wack get back you guarding
you cappin save a hoe, you prolly can’t name a hoe that a night ain’t hit
bad b-tch got a gang of those, got enough for the gang hold
she slobbing on d-ck, you p-ssy we know you a opp sh-t
get hit with a mop stick, bruce lee got chopsticks
kil tec gone drop sh-t, i put a stick to ya head, i put ya head on a stick
you say you wanted me dead, well i pray to god you don’t miss

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