Fuck The Opps

(альбом: Cuban Link - 2017)

Stay safe, fully loaded choppa, nigga I'm eating steak
All you hoes snakes in the grass, I got to cut my shit
You was riding with me on the bus, now you talking shit
Never been a lame, that's on my mama, yeah they know my name
Taylor Blood way before Cuban, yeah I been the same
That's when I was beating little bitches, now I'm getting dough
Yeah, so this tech gotta greet you hoe
Only see me out if I'm getting paid for a show
Bands in my pocket, not on my head, cuz you hoes broke
Bitches wanna fight, ain't got no life, get yo mind right
Bitch get out yo feelings talking hard like a fucking dyke
Man this shit so easy I be doing it while I'm sleepy
Popping pills getting geeky
Never been a sellout, get a shoot I go to BelAir
40 with the dick, so you know my shit stand out
Bad yellow bitch, I ain't neva got no handouts

Say they on my head, they ain't drop shit
Ratchet ass weave, that's a mopstick
Have my nigga at yo crib on some hot shit
Steady screaming fuck the opps bitch

Fuck a opp bitch, you a broke bitch
You ain't got shit, you ain't doing shit
You ain't hitting licks
You ain't getting rich, you a sad bitch
On the gram, you a mad bitch
If I see you you a target
You and that retarded bitch, I'll spit on you with them dirty shoes
Yeah bitch, yo nigga always fucking choose
I be with killers, they ain't got shit to lose
Fake ass rapping bitch, you be buying views
Slide down with them poles, have you on the news
Playing crazy, playing roles have you on the news
Heard you telling on yo niggas, why they wearing blues?
Never told a soul, I been counting blues

Say they on my head, they ain't drop shit
Ratchet ass weave, that's a mopstick
Have my nigga at yo crib on some hot shit
Steady screaming fuck the opps bitch