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Blue Opps

 

Blue Opps

(앨범: QPac - 2020)


Hah, yeah
This that don dada flow
(This that don dada music)
Oh Lord, ayy

No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red
I'm feeling just like Al Pacino, that boy play, then he dead
"What's cracking, cuz?" my favorite lingo, wrap my flag 'round my head
Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo, Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fired, bah, bah, man down, it's up in the sky
The police know it's homicides every time that we ride
Them boys wish they ain't started beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide
Steady watching the preacher preach, I got them gates in my eyes

GPS me to they block and pop my head up like mayday
From day to night, they go and search for opps, they know that's they payday
No name, buried his Glock, then went and copped him an AK
Sixth grade, I had that drop, I never went to the eighth grade
Murder, I'm screaming out homicide
I run with watch and some top shottas who will come take your life
We live the life of Curtis Jackson, get rich or die trying
One shot, man down, smile in your face 'fore you die
My label told me I make music, make them boys go and kill
Gotta take a trip to LAX to get some drank for Kill Bill
I caught a rush from busting Glocks when I was out in the field
Them hitters come and sweep your block, better get a house in the hills
Them plastic cups, I'm sipping New Orleans
Got a big black Glock with a big red beam
Whole hundred racks stuffed in my jeans
I fuck off Percs, I kill off beans
Swing on they street, kill they whole team
I stopped they deal, I killed they dreams
Fuck they whole crew, that's what I mean
On grandma grave, I poured out lean

No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red
I'm feeling just like Al Pacino, that boy play, then he dead
"What's cracking, cuz?" my favorite lingo, wrap my flag 'round my head
Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo, Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fired, bah, bah, man down, it's up in the sky
The police know it's homicides every time that we ride
Them boys wish they ain't started beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide
Steady watching the preacher preach, I got them gates in my eyes

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