Opp Flow lyrics

[Intro]
(Thanks, Yakree)
Ayy, ayy, uh

[Verse 1]
These n*ggas be rappin' 'bout sh*t they know they ain't livin', I swear I'm tired of that sh*t
Paintin' this image, rappin' like he really drillin', he know he ain't steppin' on sh*t
I play it smooth, but I say I gotta turn up, might end up clappin' a b*tch
For jokin' and playin' like I'm never standin' on ten, like I ain't get active and sh*t
Boy, you know you a b*tch
Better not come swingin' this way 'cause you won't come back from that hit
Man, n*ggas sad, well, Greenlight come get on your ass 'cause you mentioned bro in a diss (Sad)
So I show a n*gga somethin', yeah, n*gga got no money, you the one that get shorty for hits (b*tch)
Dot slangin' the Drac', them OGs be bangin' the K, play with gang and a n*gga get hit
I just stuffed six grams in my Backwood (Yeah)
I just stuffed forty in my Drac' (Damn)
Ayy, n*ggas posted up on that block (What?)
I'ma kill six n*ggas if they play (On bro)
All the tweak n*ggas my brother gon' sweep up (Yeah)
Run a n*gga down, hit him all in his face (Boom, boom)
n*ggas ain't fast, thought I wasn't gon' keep up (Gang)
Run in that place (Gang), we gon' pull in them gates (Gang)

[Chorus]
We just smoked a new opp, hop out, Hell man, shots fired
Man down, his brother cryin', Ku Ku Gang just took a life
Man, these n*ggas cappin', that's what happen when they outside
n*gga know we 'bout action, we tote ratchets and we slang iron
[Verse 2]
Never been in no rush, I'ma sit right in your bush, and wait 'til you come out the door
n*gga hear that switch, everybody try to play dead, nah boy, we gon' hit at the floor (Frrt, frrt)
I want everybody head, I know who that is in the mask, it's funny they think I don't know
That lil' boy a b*tch, tell the whole world he cappin', he ain't never put sh*t on a scope
Draco flip sh*t like gymnastics, your b*tch nasty, gang in her throat (Uh)
And my clip got four metal jackets, FN plastic snuck in the show (Ha)
Long live Leeke, b*tch, we 'bout action, long live Ku, he was solid' for sho' (Ku)
Don't think sh*t sweet because I'm rappin', I still catch that homi' for bro (b*tch)
n*gga, I don't know nothin', don't come ask me sh*t (Nah), I don't wanna talk about my opps (At all)
I don't know the n*gga name, word in the street n*gga had ran down and his ass got popped (Woah)
Word in the street them n*ggas had swerved on Dot, he made them crash they car
Word in the street that n*gga was tweakin' on live, the next thing you know he got dropped
I don't care how many hats you got, n*gga crazy as hell if you think I'ma duck
Get on your ass, you better not lack 'cause wherever you at, we shootin' it up
7.62 go through that brick, I'ma slide through that b*tch, come f*ckin' sh*t up
You sendin' a diss, then we sendin' a hit, we gon' catch that lil' b*tch and just send his ass up

[Chorus]
We just smoked a new opp, hop out, Hell man, shots fired
Man down, his brother cryin', Ku Ku Gang just took a live
Man, these n*ggas cappin', that's what happen when they outside
n*gga know we 'bout action, we tote ratchets and we slang iron