Opp Flow

(Thanks, Yakree)

Ayy, ayy, uh

These **** be rappin' 'bout shit they know they ain't livin

I swear I'm tired of that shit

Paintin' this image, rappin' like he really drillin

He know he ain't steppin' on shit

I play it smooth, but I say I gotta turn up

Might end up clappin' a bitch

For jokin' and playin' like I'm never standin' on ten, like I ain't get active and shit

Boy, you know you a bitch

Better no come swingin' this way 'cause you'll come back from that hit

Man, **** sad, regret like I'm gettin' your ass 'cause you mentioned bro in a diss (sad)

So I show a **** somethin', yeah, **** got no money, you the one that get shorty for hits (bitch)

Dot slangin' the Drac', them OGs be bangin' the K, play with gang and a **** get hit

I just stuffed six grams in my Backwood (yeah)

I just stuffed forty in my Drac' (damn)

Ayy, **** posted up on that block (What?)

I'ma kill six **** if they play (on bro)

All the tweak **** my brother gon' sweep up (yeah)

Run a **** down, hit him all in his face (boom, boom)

**** ain't fast, thought I wasn't gon' keep up (gang)

Run in that place (gang), we was pullin' them Ks (gang)

We just smoked a new opp, hop out, Hell man, shots fired

Man down, his brother cryin', Ku Ku Gang just took a live

Bet these **** cappin', that's what happen when they outside

**** know we 'bout action, we tote ratchets and we slang iron

Never been no ratchet, I'ma sit right in your bushes, then wait 'til you come out the door

**** hit that switchy, everybody try to play dead, knock buck, we gon' hit at the floor (vfft, vfft)

I want everybody head, I know who that is in the messages, funny they think I don't know

That lil' boy a bitch, tell the whole world he cappin', he ain't never put shit on a scope

Draco flip shit like gymnastics, your bitch nasty, gang in her throat (uh)

And my clip with better jacket, it's FN plastic, snuck in the show (hat)

Long live Lee, bitch, we 'bout action, long live Ku, he was slidin' for sho' (ku)

Don't think shit sweet because I'm rappin', I still catch that homi' for bro (bitch)

****, I don't know nothin', don't come ask me shit (nah), I don't wanna talk about my opps (at all)

I don't know the **** name, word in the street **** had ran down and his ass got popped (woah)

Word in the street them **** had swerved on Dot, he made them crash they car

Word in the street that **** was tweakin' on live, the next day know he got dropped

I don't care how many hats you got, **** crazy as hell if you think I'ma duck

Get on your ass, you better not lack 'cause wherever you at, we shootin' it up

7.62 go through that brick, I'ma slide through that bitch, come fuckin' shit up

You sendin' a diss, then we sendin' a hit, we won't text that lil' bitch, just send his ass up

We just smoked a new opp, hop out, Hell man, shots fired

Man down, his brother cryin', Ku Ku Gang just took a live

Bet these **** cappin', that's what happen when they outside

**** know we 'bout action, we tote ratchets and we slang iron