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play da opps - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy beats)
(it’s*it’s*it’s with a k, dumbass)

[chorus: ysr gramz]
i know n*ggas hate a lot
i don’t even say a lot
n*ggas snitchin’, call the cops (shh)
slide down and spray they block
i know how to play the opps
a hundred round, a hundred shots (a hundred, hundred, hundred)
i know n*ggas hate a lot
i don’t even say a lot
n*ggas snitchin’, call the cops (shh)
slide down and spray they block
i know how to play the opps
a hundred round, a hundred shots
[verse 1: six ward von]
i don’t even argue with my b*tch, i can’t really say a lot
make one call to my lil’ n*gga, spray the block
brodie caught a n*gga lackin’, he gon’ make me take a shot
my dog just walked in with a two, bring a pot
n*gga callin’, talkin’ ’bout a truce, meet the glock
seen his ass out, he threw the deuce, he a clown
should’ve left his dumb ass right where i found him
bet his ass ain’t know that i be around his parts
you playin’ the wrong game, lil’ n*gga, restart it
never see you again, get your ass departed
you out here with no team, my baby, you an easy target
i lived in my hood, i could never go to carmen

[verse 2: ysr gramz & krispylife kidd]
manners when you stack, i got an onion on me
this b*tch’ll last an hour, got a hundred on it
i’ll outrap these rap n*ggas, put some money on it
we finna roll on these n*ggas like a rollie*pollie
glock’ll put a hole in a n*gga, holy moly
been ballin’ on these n*ggas like the old ginóbili
beat a n*gga ass in front his family, make ’em call the police (krispylife)
call me big bro and you barely know me

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
i done been done came in the club fifty deep
n*gga, that’s the wrong way, he get put to sleep
i need eighty grams, or you can say f*ck a feat’
we act wild, get you kicked by fifty beecher feet
don’t be worried ’bout my bag, this ain’t your cup of tea
i ain’t never sold no dog, i boomed out the p
get a n*gga zipped up for a ‘bow of weed
first gun i ever had was a smitty
i love a freaky b*tch, go’n pop a titty
i just got some percs, go’n pop ’em with me
my n*gga a road runner, yeah, he too shifty
if a n*gga got a problem, we ain’t come up missing
[chorus: ysr gramz]
i know n*ggas hate a lot
i don’t even say a lot
n*ggas snitchin’, call the cops (shh)
slide down and spray they block
i know how to play the opps
a hundred round, a hundred shots (a hundred, hundred, hundred)
i know n*ggas hate a lot
i don’t even say a lot
n*ggas snitchin’, call the cops (shh)
slide down and spray they block
i know how to play the opps
a hundred round, a hundred shots (a hundred, hundred, hundred)

- ysr gramz lyrics

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