f*ck the Opps lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stay safe, fully loaded choppa, n*gga I'm eating steak
All you hoes snakes in the grass, I got to cut my sh*t
You was ridin' with me on the bus, now you talkin' sh*t
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 beatin' little b*tches, now I'm getting dough
Yeah, so this tech gotta greet you hoe
Only see me out if I'm gettin' paid for a show
Bands in my pocket, not on my head, cuz you hoes broke
b*tches wanna fight, ain't got no life, get yo mind right
b*tch get out yo feelings talkin' hard like a f*ckin' dyke
Man this sh*t so easy I be doin' it while I'm sleepy
Poppin' pills gettin' geeky
Never been a sellout, get a shoot I go to BelAir
40 with the di*k, so you know my sh*t stand out
Bad yellow b*tch, I ain't neva got no handouts

[Hook]
Say they on my head, they ain't drop sh*t
Ratchet ass weave, that's a mopstick
Have my n*gga at yo crib on some hot sh*t
Steady screamin' f*ck the opps b*tch

[Verse 2]
f*ck a opp b*tch, you a broke b*tch
You ain't got sh*t, you ain't doin' sh*t
You ain't hittin' licks
You ain't gettin' rich, you a sad b*tch
On the gram, you a mad b*tch
If I see you you a target
You and that retarded b*tch, I'll spit on you with them dirty shoes
Yeah b*tch, yo n*gga always f*ckin' choose
I be with killers, they ain't got sh*t to lose
Fake ass rappin' b*tch, you be buyin' views
Slide down with them poles, have you on the news
Playin' crazy, playin' roles have you on the news
Heard you tellin' on yo n*ggas, why they wearin' blues?
Never told a soul, I been countin' blues
[Hook]
Say they on my head, they ain't drop sh*t
Ratchet ass weave, that's a mopstick
Have my n*gga at yo crib on some hot sh*t
Steady screamin' f*ck the opps b*tch