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Ask the Opps

 

Ask the Opps

(album: On My Momma 2 - 2019)


Young Low, this beat knock
Yeah
Too many diamonds on my neck, they gonna want us, baby
How you fucking with that nigga with no funds, baby?
Got hella shit and hella sticks and hella juns, baby
Counting up these bands 'til a nigga got no thumbs, baby

That nigga say he ever stripped me, that is not facts
R.B.E. bitch, and I'm the top hat
And once lil' brody hit your top, can't get your top back
Strip you for your Glock, can't get your Glock back
Them other niggas gon' go bad, but this is not that
Nigga, I just speak my mind, I do not rap
A nigga almost went broke, but I got back
How they slid? You had a gun and you ain't pop that?
I know I got your bitch addicted, but this is not crack
Hit him from a distance with this beam and watch him drop back
I'm a thug nigga, so I only fuck with thug niggas
If you ain't put no body on that strap then I can't fuck with ya
Gotta watch closely how I move, heard the feds on me
Probably woulda thought I was bool, all this red on me
I got all these blue bands, that was just some pants money
A band, that's a slap a nigga with it in my hand money

You can ask the opps, they know how we coming
Thirty in the Glock, I ain't missing nothing
You know I got sticks in this bitch like I'm drumming
Hit it from the front and put this dick up in her stomach
Nigga still hiding, nigga went running
Young nigga grinding, turned nothing into something
Know I like a bad bitch, but I love a real woman
She hate it when I'm gone, but I gotta get this money

Fat chains on my neck, I got 'bout it
Saying I got hit, I am not 'bout it
In the Range, how I hit it make me all about it
Lil' nigga, come through in that whip and we gon' beat it up
Nigga want a hook for ten bands, that ain't gon' be enough
Lil' bro, I'll take that chain up off your neck, you better keep it tucked
You was making love to the bitch, I just beat it up
Uh, I'm a young nigga with a bankroll
Police on my line, I had to lay low
Ain't no purple or no red, then I can't pour
Had to put the cup down, I ain't drunk so many Faygos
You know I got lawyers for that case 'til that case close
Glizzy hit lil' brody in his face, now his face gone
Nigga, why you cuffing on that bitch? You know that ain't yours
Got some jewelers that'll jewel me right now if I say so

Too many diamonds on my neck, they gonna want us, baby
How you fucking with that nigga with no funds, baby?
Got hella shit and hella sticks and hella juns, baby
Counting up these bands 'til a nigga got no thumbs, baby
You can ask the opps, they know how we coming
Thirty in the Glock, I ain't missing nothing
You know I got sticks in this bitch like I'm drumming
Hit it from the front and put this dick up in her stomach

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