Untitled Song
• Written by user593201457
I don't fuck with the opps
Man knows were the opps
so what's all the fuss
Ching man down
Man get chopped
Sutten like crops
man get cheffed
go home with a hole in his chest
now his mom is all stressed
there's corn in the dots
Bells pending for the Glock
How many times have we grabbed my man
But he still wanna chat like gwop
Straight face, nutten aint wrong
Spill juice, yeah I got the job done
my team is bad #got no manners
your girl she's a badderz
she's over there
swear she's a hatterz
How many times have we grabbed my man
But he still wanna chat like gwop
Straight face, nutten aint wrong
Spill juice, yeah I got the job done
One time I had to run
It's cool (came back with a 44 gun)
Touch me, like don't be a mug
like while your acting bad
With bros, we're letting it bang
Bring a bat if something wan jam
talking 'bout the corn from the stick, man
Run up on the boy, that's click-bang
if the ting don't jam
I would shoot u man
Who, what, where)
packs and packs in the air
like trappers
Say hella man he got flattered
Say anywhere, don't matter
were too savage aint got manners
When Big A let it off on your block
(free him up, free him up, free him up)
(x2)Try diss man, god are you lost?
(are you buzzing?)
man could of died when we saw him in the shops
(up in Morrison's)
don't embarrass your mom if your the opps
like try diss my guys are you lost
like see us on the roads side chilling in Paris
chilling with fam chilling with gang
looks like we live life lavish
we still cut up your face leave man savaged
we stepped out on a random
and yet the ops can't manage
But watch yourself, you prick
Cause if man slip
See this 15 inch (ching ching)
It's going deep in, that's fire
Friends of the opps try run away
They don't really wanna get frier
Diligent step, it started here
So I don't wanna hear these liars
chat too much crud smokin bud
see your niggas burn like fire
I've said it already heart is empty
opps foundation and my gang is higher
Lost my heart and it won't come back
Tryna put 'nough corn in an opp boys back
See I link a one ting (?) back
You can have my youth' if you hold my strap
Ha, lies, have my youth' and I won't come back
Reload the strap and kweng it out back
Run with the gang and slap lead
Come with the funds or man's dead
How's that girl gonna diss me?
Peng ting with a bum like back bread (?)
Oh shit, oh no now it's morning
Man run with a stick like cavemen
Why you look at your friend like "k den"
So he's dead, R.I.P like amen
Ah shit, Tizzy got a zoot and he rassed it
Phone up Tim for the sick pack
Gets so long tryna diss this
Best know Z's got the this that
Ah stress, man's on the phone with Ahmed
Shit then fuck then pardon
Runs in the back garden
Straight to the chest should've wore that vest
I ain't impressed 'till a yout' gets stressed
Friend got left, your friend got cheffed
You try come back and your friend got kweffed
But hold up hold up wait (Hold on)
No noddy best move from my face
I aint involved, no way
I won't pay, I won't pay, I won't pay
(no way no way no way)
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user593201457
Member since August 24 2017