Old Opps (Extended Mix)

(Spank on the beat)

I'm still fresh out the Audi, yeah

We still tryna catch bodies

Y'all see shootin' is one of my hobbies

His big OG got turned to exotic, uh

I want a baby like Sada, uh

She want a foreign like Favi'

Yeah, I spent dope money on Prada

And I cashed that ten K up in my Za's

See, I was this close to catchin' a body

I want it ASAP, feel like Rocky

Lil' Nitti died and that shit shocked me

They payin' bread 'cause they can't pop me

Book me a flight, bitch, I'm goin' to Wafi

Hit his up and now he coughin'

Bitch, I got shooters so ain't no talkin'

Bent out the whip and you better honk me

We still on hot shit, ridin' whips, uh

I know that you don't got a tint (let's go)

He lucky he still with that bitch

He know who he is, I'm givin' out hints

Let's knock on the door, I'ma show you some shit

I'm hot, you know I'll blow in this bitch

Don't care 'bout your name, I'll throw out this bitch

Yeah, Lil' Tutu coped and shit

Since we naming opps, I got me a list

So when he died, I know they was pissed

Don't care who it is, we shoot up the whip

I know the black truck and who up in this

Say he in a ride and he with his bitch

I told that bitch that we don't miss

We hop out blastin', blow in this bitch

Just ask Veeno how this shit get

He know it get wild when we in the trenches

He ain't die 'cause he kinda listen

I still wanna slide, that shit be tempting

We still locked in, I be in the trenches, uh

I buy guns for Christmas, yeah

I'm still sendin' money to prisons (let's go)

I brought $30K to the hood to put it on niggas, so don't be a victim

Bitch, I spent $20K on my pendant

One opp died 'cause he didn't listen

Don't go to Popeyes to eat that chicken

His ass died 'cause he got biscuits

Yo daughter keep talkin', that bitch'll be missin'

I made it spark, it feel like Christmas

He been a target, he don't get it

Since he want a cap to touch his fitted, uh

Pop out of cuts, remember

We went on a hit, so nigga, that's chemistry, uh

She was just sayin' she feelin' me

Fuck her so good, her brother my enemy

She like killers, she feelin' the energy

We shootin' so don't catch a injury (let's go)

I'm scoring, so niggas ain't benchin' me

We killin' them niggas for thinkin' they dissin'

Came back to the hood 'cause I know they miss me

We bought a Drac', that bitch hold 60

He tryna ride, but he ain't wit' me

I know I'm good with Bino wit' me

How you gon' beg, ain't give me a penny?

I drop the top when it get windy

I lost control like my name Missy

And I'm too raw for this shit really (really)