Opp Pack Deadhomies lyrics

[Intro]
Aye mane, on blood on crip
f*ck yo dead hommie
f*ck yo dead hommie b*tch

[Hook]
f*ck yo dead hommie, Imma snitch on him
f*ck yo livin' hommie, Imma snitch on him
f*ck yo gang b*tch, Imma snitch on em
f*ck yo trap house, Imma snitch on em aye b*tch

[Verse]
Aye aye
Runnin' up wit that mop, runnin' up wit that Glock (Glock)
Posted up on the block, with the f*ckin' mop
Snitchin' on the gang, snitchin' on the opps
Run up on yo gang, and I'm a f*ckin' snitch aye aye
Pullin up with that f*ckin' 223 on me (pew)
Then Imma snitch on yo dead hommie
Matta fact, Imma bring him back to life (life)
Just so I can see him sit in jail b*tch
Imma f*ckin' snitch on yo mama too (f*ck yo mama)
Imma say she did health insurance fraud (blue cross)
And she sold crack to yo f*ckin' uncle (b*tch)
And she sold di*k for five dollas on the block
Posted up posted up on the block wit that mop (mop)
Sellin' rockеt sludge to your mothaf*ckin' aunt (aye)
f*ck the f*ckin' opps and f*ck yo dеad hommies (f*ck em)
Imma bring em back to life just to snitch on em
Aye b*tch aye b*tch aye
Runnin' up wit that f*ckin' Glock on me
My producer Don Marquis
Lives on 377 Tank street (blue house)
And he's a f*ckin' crip b*tch, aye aye
f*ck yo dead hommie, f*ck yo dead hommie b*tch
f*ck yo dead hommie, f*ck yo livin' hommie
And f*ck yo dead hommie, and f*ck ImDontai b*tch
And f*ck (?)
f*ck (?), f*ck YNJ
f*ck Peezy, f*ck every rapper in Detroit
Imma snitch on every f*ckin' rapper in Detroit, b*tch