Broke Opps lyrics

[Intro]
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Von

[Refrain]
Pull up and get him
That bullet ripped through his tissue and tore out his gristle (Damn)
It was the nickel and this a Glock (Huh?)
And that b*tch sound like a missile (Boom, boom)
He know I'm official
Doin' all that woofin' and sh*t, boy, you know I'ma get you (You know I'ma get you)
And wasn't nobody with him
I wear a nine in shoes, can't nobody fit 'em (What? Huh? Can't nobody fit 'em)

[Verse 1]
I popped me a Perky, a 30
I'm higher than a b*tch, boy, ain't nobody perfect (Ain't nobody perfect)
If I take a L, I'm back on that corner (Huh? What?)
I'm hustlin', ain't nobody servin' (Ain't nobody servin')
Get booked 'cause somebody workin' (Somebody workin')
He told, I know that's for certain (I know that's for certain)
Get caught, I'm closin' his curtains (I'm closin' his curtains)
We scored another conversion (Boom, boom)
Designer, Givenchy
All of this ice on my wrist and it feel like it's Christmas (Feel like it's Christmas)
Speakin' of Christmas
Come get your ho, I be climbin' all up in her chimney (All up in her chimney)
We sharin' the ho if she friendly (She friendly)
Ain't see him, he gone, he missin' (He missin')
Won't see me in the back of a Bentley (What? What?)
Hop out and I'm blowin', it's rented (Boom, boom)
[Chorus]
Walk up, ain't doin' no drive-bys (Nah)
Your MVP, that b*tch my sideline (Nah, nah)
Just a wild lil' n*gga from the Southside (Southside)
n*gga killed your homie, you don't even come outside (What? What?)
I f*cked your b*tch on purpose (On purpose, uh-huh)
Them 'bows come in, we workin' (We workin', yeah)
My song come on, she twerkin' (She twerkin', yeah)
All the opps be broke, they hurtin' (They broke ass)

[Verse 2]
My n*ggas, they too official (Uh-huh)
Send a text, they get right with you (Get right with you)
Y'all was somewhere playin' monkey in the middle (Huh? Huh?)
We was tryin' to put on for some guns when I was little (Boom, boom)
If he still alive, we gon' meet him at the 'spital (Meet him at the 'spital)
On the jail call, gotta talk in a riddle (Talk in a riddle)
Ho said she love me, she gone tat' my initials (Tat' my intials)
n*gga move foul, get to blowin' like a whistle (Boom, boom)
f*ck that, let's talk about Louis, Amiri and Gucci and Prada and sh*t (What? Huh? Huh? Huh? Boom, boom)
When I go to the store, they closin' the door and they bringin' me bottles and sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
f*ck that, let's talk about that lil' one-fifty I spent with my lawyer and sh*t (Gang)
My gun don't punch, it kick (Boom)
Get with the sh*t or get hit in your sh*t (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Refrain]
Pull up and get him
That bullet ripped through his tissue and tore out his gristle (Damn)
It was the nickel and this a Glock (Huh?)
And that b*tch sound like a missile (Boom, boom)
He know I'm official
Doin' all that woofin' and sh*t, boy, you know I'ma get you (You know I'ma get you)
And wasn't nobody with him
I wear a nine in shoes, can't nobody fit 'em (What? Huh? Can't nobody fit 'em)
[Chorus]
Walk up, ain't doin' no drive-bys (Nah)
Your MVP, that b*tch my sideline (Nah, nah)
Just a wild lil' n*gga from the Southside (Southside)
n*gga killed your homie, you don't even come outside (What? What?)
I f*cked your b*tch on purpose (On purpose, uh-huh)
Them 'bows come in, we workin' (We workin', yeah)
My song come on, she twerkin' (She twerkin', yeah)
All the opps be broke, they hurtin' (They broke ass)

[Outro]
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)