WE DA OPPS lyrics

[Pigs Intro:]
Who's the star of the show? This guy? You?

[Verse 1:]
f*ck an attempt
We shook anybody, a n*gga for tryna come play with the gang
He from the land, he got shot in the club
We P's but our P ain't the same
Delete everything
Catch me a n*gga, hop out with a chopper and let it go bang
Murder for sure
I'ma leave on the skit, I'ma shift to the force, so don't play with the aim
On me, it's a body now
And b*tch, I don't know you, you don't ask me to smoke
How you ain't slid for a n*gga you love but tough on the comm and an actor for hoes?
I'm comin' on feet tryna party a n*gga before I go mention my dog on a post
I'm blowin' that car for talkin' 'bout ski's
Ain't forced on a body, you shouldn't have spoke
I'm gettin' it donе
The heart of my story, you f*ck with the opps
b*tch my attеndance is up
You hear me at three, be the easiest way in a box
Talkin' the bands, talkin' the bodies
They bringin' up rappers 'cause b*tch we the opps
You started revenge, we playin' the boat
So we told 'em let's think it and put two in his top
b*tch we da opps
Yeah, we the reason his boy on the shirt
Body for body, go many on skit
When it's 45 bust, I was born with skirt
I speed everything, that's a reason we spent for 200 on that sh*t
What the f*ck is a bird?
Don't speak on the gossip like I'm a liar
Don't make me the reason why she gon' be hurt
[Chorus:]
b*tch we da opps
And speakin' on that God, we gon' turn the f*ck bro
No, you can't book me on stage, unless I'm with killers
And everyone came with a pole
b*tch we da opps
Yeah, I be staying on 10 with a hoe
Smoke sh*t again
I'm hoping they tried these demons around me be quick for a soul
b*tch we da opps
And speakin' on that God we gon' turn the f*ck bro
No, you can't book me on stage, unless I'm with killers
And everyone came with a pole
b*tch we da opps
Yeah, I be staying on 10 with a hoe
Smoke sh*t again
I'm hoping they tried these demons around me be quick for a soul
b*tch we da opps

[Verse 2:]
I don't gotta say it, I'm knowin' we hated
Leave on bro on the curb like, ''Pick up your man, she's staring at space'' like brodie was faded
How can I f*ck with a n*gga
Who still ain't go back to his partner who dead?
For b*tchin' about it, I'll spin me a block
I'ma take me a n*gga and paint'til he red
Really go crazy, go ask what I did when they gave me a pistol and learned about hate
Murder block terror even shunned I met with skits on the opera that gave me this name
Been about chilly, my team get a bag
But when it's a murder, the hood gettin' blamed
Pray all the killers who stuck with a hell of a f*ck goin' crazy and never gon' change
b*tch, I'm a lunatic, buss it for maniacs
Unless, I got you on strike 'cause we lit
It's from the heart
Slid for the falling, no pressure about it if I wanna hit
b*tch, get a boss, the n*gga you loving will never amount to that sh*t that we did
I can't relate to these n*ggas who poppin' on song that never once been on a skit
[Chorus:]
b*tch we da opps
And speakin' on that God, we gon' turn the f*ck bro
No, you can't book me on stage, unless I'm with killers
And everyone came with a pole
b*tch we da opps
Yeah, I be staying on 10 with a hoe
Smoke sh*t again
I'm hoping they tried these demons around me be quick for a soul
b*tch we da opps
And speakin' on that God we gon' turn the f*ck bro
No, you can't book me on stage, unless I'm with killers
And everyone came with a pole
b*tch we da opps
Yeah, I be staying on 10 with a hoe
Smoke sh*t again
I'm hoping they tried these demons around me be quick for a soul
b*tch we da opps

[Outro:]
b*tch, we da opps
Hey b*tch, we da opps
b*tch, we da opps