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Dropped the lo

Niggas ain't even got no opps, who y'all talkin' 'bout in them songs?
I got a opp can't even look me eye to eye 'cause one of shit gone
People keep tellin' me that I'm beefin' with a Pit' (Helluva made this beat, baby)
I call my four-five a leash, shit'll make a nigga sit (Enrgy made this one)
Oh, yeah

Pop out when it's hot out, find a bitch to fuckin' skate on
Pop out when it's cold, Gucci coat and all my J on
Play with somethin' safe, you niggas tryna keep they face on
Extension hangin' out that Glock ten, look like a payphone
Wake up in the mornin', put my Amiris then my K on
If you really tryna play it safe, nigga, stay home
Get a nigga touched anywhere 'cause my pap' long
I be tryna get a nigga face like a [?]

Ayy, pop out in my city, all my J on, brand new Gucci coat
Two types of people that don't like me, pussy niggas, goofy hoes
Niggas ain't even got no opps, who y'all talkin' 'bout in them songs?
I got a opp can't even look me eye to eye 'cause one of shit gone
We ain't 'bout to play with no nigga, boy, or no bitch
Run up on 'em, dump the whole clip, yeah, that's some cold shit
Not a goofy when it come to smoke, I ain't gon' post shit
And when these niggas get they brains scattered, I don't know shit
Used to beat niggas' ass back in the day, now I pop niggas
You be with them niggas I don't like, you might die with 'em
I was broke, I caught the DDOT, now the top missin'
Fuck the opps, them niggas be put up like the dry dishes
Ayy, Skilla, they can't fuck with us on street shit or rap shit
Me and Mu in the London, bitches fuckin' off our accent
I text like thirty hoes, "Good morning" 'fore I eat breakfast
They can turn the lights off and annex 'cause our necks lit

Pop out when it's hot out, find a bitch to fuckin' skate on
Pop out when it's cold, Gucci coat and all my J on
Play with somethin' safe, you niggas tryna keep they face on
Extension hangin' out that Glock ten, look like a payphone
Wake up in the mornin', put my Amiris then my K on
If you really tryna play it safe, nigga, stay home
Get a nigga touched anywhere 'cause my pap' long
I be tryna get a nigga face like a [?]

Them boys ain't my motherfuckin' opps, them my custo'
Gang for the i
Phones, they be gettin' touched on
Chopper crush bones, we bust hoes and tough tones
It don't matter what the fuck wrong, strap your nuts on
I been ridin' 'round with money and blicks since a jit
I been tweakin', sendin' hit, all this over a kit
People keep tellin' me that I'm beefin' with a Pit'
I call my four-five a leash, shit'll make a nigga sit
I up three Ms on the 'Gram, it make 'em sick
Chain doin' the Uzi dance every time I take a pic'
Got the hook on my dick, I can't even take a piss
None of my guns borin', everythin' got a switch
Tryna blow a nigga like a candle, make a wish
Every time me and Tee in the club, it's a light show
I just fucked the opps, striker up, call GEICO
Up the Drac' and knock a nigga stomach off like some lipo', ha

Pop out when it's hot out, find a bitch to fuckin' skate on
Pop out when it's cold, Gucci coat and all my J on
Play with somethin' safe, you niggas tryna keep they face on
Extension hangin' out that Glock ten, look like a payphone
Wake up in the mornin', put my Amiris then my K on
If you really tryna play it safe, nigga, stay home
Get a nigga touched anywhere 'cause my pap' long
I be tryna get a nigga face like a [?]

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Pop out when it's hot out, find a bitch to fuckin' skate on
Pop out when it's cold, Gucci coat and all my J on
Play with somethin' safe, you niggas tryna keep they face on
Extension hangin' out that Glock ten, look like a payphone
Wake up in the mornin', put my Amiris then my K on
If you really tryna play it safe, nigga, stay home
Get a nigga touched anywhere 'cause my pap' long
I be tryna get a nigga face like a [?]

Ayy, pop out in my city, all my J on, brand new Gucci coat
Two types of people that don't like me, pussy niggas, goofy hoes
Niggas ain't even got no opps, who y'all talkin' 'bout in them songs?
I got a opp can't even look me eye to eye 'cause one of shit gone
We ain't 'bout to play with no nigga, boy, or no bitch
Run up on 'em, dump the whole clip, yeah, that's some cold shit
Not a goofy when it come to smoke, I ain't gon' post shit
And when these niggas get they brains scattered, I don't know shit
Used to beat niggas' ass back in the day, now I pop niggas
You be with them niggas I don't like, you might die with 'em
I was broke, I caught the DDOT, now the top missin'
Fuck the opps, them niggas be put up like the dry dishes
Ayy, Skilla, they can't fuck with us on street shit or rap shit
Me and Mu in the London, bitches fuckin' off our accent
I text like thirty hoes, "Good morning" 'fore I eat breakfast
They can turn the lights off and annex 'cause our necks lit

Them boys ain't my motherfuckin' opps, them my custo'
Gang for the i
Phones, they be gettin' touched on
Chopper crush bones, we bust hoes and tough tones
It don't matter what the fuck wrong, strap your nuts on
I been ridin' 'round with money and blicks since a jit
I been tweakin', sendin' hit, all this over a kit
People keep tellin' me that I'm beefin' with a Pit'
I call my four-five a leash, shit'll make a nigga sit
I up three Ms on the 'Gram, it make 'em sick
Chain doin' the Uzi dance every time I take a pic'
Got the hook on my dick, I can't even take a piss
None of my guns borin', everythin' got a switch
Tryna blow a nigga like a candle, make a wish
Every time me and Tee in the club, it's a light show
I just fucked the opps, striker up, call GEICO
Up the Drac' and knock a nigga stomach off like some lipo', ha