Play Da Opps lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy Beats)
(It's-It's-It's with a K, dumbass)

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I know n*ggas hate a lot
I don't even say a lot
n*ggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh)
Slide down and spray they block
I know how to play the opps
A hundred round, a hundred shots (A hundred, hundred, hundred)
I know n*ggas hate a lot
I don't even say a lot
n*ggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh)
Slide down and spray they block
I know how to play the opps
A hundred round, a hundred shots

[Verse 1: Six Ward Von]
I don't even argue with my b*tch, I can't really say a lot
Make one call to my lil' n*gga, spray the block
Brodie caught a n*gga lackin', he gon' make me take a shot
My dog just walked in with a two, bring a pot
n*gga callin', talkin' 'bout a truce, meet the Glock
Seen his ass out, he threw the deuce, he a clown
Should've left his dumb ass right where I found him
Bet his ass ain't know that I be around his parts
You playin' the wrong game, lil' n*gga, restart it
Never see you again, get your ass departed
You out here with no team, my baby, you an easy target
I lived in my hood, I could never go to Carmen
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz & KrispyLife Kidd]
Manners when you stack, I got an onion on me
This b*tch'll last an hour, got a hundred on it
I'll outrap these rap n*ggas, put some money on it
We finna roll on these n*ggas like a rollie-pollie
Glock'll put a hole in a n*gga, holy moly
Been ballin' on these n*ggas like the old Ginóbili
Beat a n*gga ass in front his family, make 'em call the police (KrispyLife)
Call me big bro and you barely know me

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
I done been done came in the club fifty deep
n*gga, that's the wrong way, he get put to sleep
I need eighty grams, or you can say f*ck a feat'
We act wild, get you kicked by fifty Beecher feet
Don't be worried 'bout my bag, this ain't your cup of tea
I ain't never sold no dog, I boomed out the P
Get a n*gga zipped up for a 'bow of weed
First gun I ever had was a Smitty
I love a freaky b*tch, go'n pop a titty
I just got some Percs, go'n pop 'em with me
My n*gga a road runner, yeah, he too shifty
If a n*gga got a problem, we ain't come up missing

[Chorus: YSR Gramz]
I know n*ggas hate a lot
I don't even say a lot
n*ggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh)
Slide down and spray they block
I know how to play the opps
A hundred round, a hundred shots (A hundred, hundred, hundred)
I know n*ggas hate a lot
I don't even say a lot
n*ggas snitchin', call the cops (Shh)
Slide down and spray they block
I know how to play the opps
A hundred round, a hundred shots (A hundred, hundred, hundred)