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Opp Pack (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

Opp Pack (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(álbum: Free Dem Boyz - 2021)


(I got Hitman on the beat)
Free them boys, my bad
(Stoop, go stupid)
Free them motherfucking boys, bitch

Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner
Niggas pointers, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie
In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis
Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), niggas' hoes, bro, I swear to God
If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine
What's that in the air? We call that opp pack (Opp pack)
How he selling that and he ain't dropped? Nigga, how?

What's that in the air? We call that block pack
Block pack, roll him in the hood
Ayy, blow that bitch shit down
Turntest nigga in the city, he a foe
I came up off appeals, bitch and reds, meds, leads
These niggas all hoes (We all hoes)
I know about that deal, big homie took on his mans, bring me grams
Maybach with a driver (Yeah), fork and a stick
I'm a God, rip this whole shit down 'til I retire
Back to back, me and money wired
Say I ain't the turntest, bitches be liars (Lying ass)
Same freak on a flyer
Free Woo, hope it ain't in the feds when I see Woo
Five big bodies in 'bout three coupes
Still supplying, I'm selling free juice
Bitch, we is never equals (At all)
Fuck a nigga hating on me
And fuck a nigga hating on RIC, still yelling "Free Ski," [?]
Doggy bone, bitch, where'd it be?

Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner
Niggas pointers, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie
In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis
Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), niggas' hoes, bro, I swear to God
If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine
What's that in the air? We call that opp pack (Opp pack)
How he selling that and he ain't dropped? Nigga, how?

Ever run into it, I'ma blow his ass down, bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Warning, yeah, warning, warning, warning, warning, warning
Warning, warning, warning, warning, warning, warning, warning, warning

When I catch that boy, I'm gon' step (I'm gon' step)
I had dove in that water and I turned to Michael Phelps (Turn to Michael Phelps)
I built that shit by myself (Myself)
When I see that I almost built, they went to ask me, can they help
They say, "You talk to such and such?" Fuck no (Fuck no)
"What you gon' do to such and such?" Gun blow (Pop, pop)
This AK not a mini, it's a jumbo
Choppa bullets look like crayons, color on your front door
Opp pack (Opp pack), opp pack
I don't smoke, but I done made a couple opp packs
Drop that, drop that, drop that
Silly me, got butter-fingers, caught an opp and then I dropped that (Blow his ass down)

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