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Opp or 2

Album: that mexican ot Durasi: 2:07

Ooh, Jonny Shipes

This is a true Hollywood beat

Every beat that I'm on, I'ma eat like a fat ass

"You gotta be quicker than that", I'm that fast

Good dope, geeked up, filled up like a lab rat

AR-15 fit perfect in the backpack (Fah-fah)

I'm decapitating anybody hatin'

I'm a lamb in a blanket

It'll put his bitch-ass right to sleep

Feeling froggy, then leap

I shoot at the feet

"How he roll his tongue like that? It's so unique" (Grrt)

Don't make me make this yappa, "Grrt"

V8 in the hood, when it start it go, "Grrt"

Big box the block, make the Glock go, "Grrt, grrt-grrt-grrt-grrt"

I say for breakfast I eat Xannies

I clean my face with panties

I mix the Wock' with candy

I'm straight out of Texas like Sandy

I'm in the phantom like I'm Danny

Call Rozay for the Remy

I take her to the telly, then I piss on a ho like Kelly

Oh, yeah, she like the way I stick and move (And move)

There ain't nothin' smooth than a hoover that groove

Choppa speaking like Biggie, so give me the loot

I might just catch me an opp' or two (Or two)

You ain't gangster, bitch, you boobble the foo

Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out his shoe

Every-every-every time we get the drop, you know what we do

Came for the main opp', we gon' shoot at his crew

Murder block, foreign park, Bay, make it five times two

Make a nigga slow row like he talkin' to Screw

We the walk down-run up-hop out crew

My gun bust a kappa, we stepping like Nupes

Hit his top up when I up the Glock, boy

Catch you on the block, boy

All my niggas gon' shoot

Bulletproof Lambo', ridin' with the ammo

Line, no west, get fanned like a candle

Money don't come, hit ya cabanas

Stepping on toes, got me rocking Cletta

Made it sim pedaling

Pounds, heroin, drink

Servin' that PHD

Birds, I be selling them, serve you a Pelican

Hit up my Mexican, get 'em OT

Oh, yeah, she like the way I stick and move (And move)

There ain't nothin' smooth than a hoover that groove

Choppa speaking like Biggie, so give me the loot

I might just catch me an opp' or two (Or two)

You ain't gangster, bitch, you boobble the foo

Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out his shoe

She like the way I stick and move (And move)

There ain't nothin' smooth than a hoover that groove

Choppa speaking like Biggie, so give me the loot

I might just catch me an opp' or two (Or two)

You ain't gangster, bitch, you boobble the foo

Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out his shoe